Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 142

I didn’t catch Hogan being in a rush at all. His face was still that same icy mask, his eyes still like those deep, undisturbed pools.

Even if he was good at hiding his emotions, and actually a bit worried about me, I’d bet it was only because he was afraid his plans wouldn’t come to fruition without me, his key pawn.

The competition was pretty much a done deal, but we’d still got ties with Rainbow Capital, and common sense told me not to brush off

this money man.

I pulled myself together and after exchanging a knowing glance with Timothy, I hobbled over to Hogan with my swollen ankle.

“Did you need something from me, Mr. Zade?” I asked, all formal–like, trying to keep the discomfort at bay.

The man heard that, his gaze slowly trailing down, finally resting on the hem of my pants, and he said flatly, “Ms. March, that’s quite the timely injury.”

I felt a tightness in my chest, and a surge of irritation rushed up out of nowhere. I managed to choke out, “Just a minor injury, Mr. Zade. Thanks for the concern.”

My words were official, my tone not so friendly, leaving Hogan with a stony glint in his eyes and at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Zachary chimed in with concern, “Xa…Ms. March, have you visited the infirmary?”

kept it short, “Yes.”

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doc put it, serious?”

of cotton was stuck in my chest, suffocating me. He was just Hogan’s little helper, and after just one meeting, he could

I pushed down

fell, I heard Hogan say, “Since it happened on the job, treat it as a work injury. When you get back to Rivertown, just submit your expense claim to

He couldn’t think that covering my medical bills was some kind of compensation, could

seen how Shirley treated me these past few days; did he really think that my grievances were worth only that much in medical expenses?

I slightly raised my eyes, distancing myself, “I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Zade, but I can

firm, probably too much so, as it seemed to

was fleeting. Then I heard the man say, “Fine,

was as if telling me I didn’t know a good thing when I saw it. But I figured, no pawn would be all calm and collected after finding

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I’ll take

and limped toward Timothy, dragging my sore ankle. But it was a strain, and the faster I wanted to move, the slower. I seemed to go. Just thinking about those two pairs of eyes still watching me from behind made