Revenge After Death

Chapter 155

“Michael says he wants to talk about a work project, but he’s gone all the way to our doorstep. Are you sure it’s just business he wants to discuss? It sounds more like a threat, doesn’t it?” I sneered.

“He insists on meeting you tonight and that if he doesn’t… he’ll call off your partnership and work with Mr. Martin instead,” Ewan hesitantly said.

I understood Michael all too well. There was simply no way he would let Steven off the hook after being forced to kneel and lose his pride.

“If Michael wants to wait, then let him wait. Just tell him that Steve and I won’t be going home tonight,” I said angrily. “If he really doesn’t want to leave, release the dogs on him.

Michael was scared of dogs. I’d heard from Aunty Lois that he’d been bitten by a dog

when he was a child.

Ewan grew silent. It was clear that he was exasperated now.

After a brief period of silence, he said, “Mrs. Lincoln, this collaboration with the Ford Group is vital. Even if… it isn’t a success, we can’t become enemies with them.”

Ewan knew that this was a tough situation, but the business world was not child’s play.

I silently massaged the bridge of my nose.

I’d studied economics and knew that only benefits stood to last when it came to the

business world, while enemies never stayed permanent.

If Michael actually partnered with Martin, my life with Steven would be more difficult in

the future.

What’s more, Martin was probably already planning to take action against us too.

Then, Ewan said, “By the way, whether or not you and Mr. Lincoln return tonight, please do be careful. Things have been disquieting lately.

“There’s been some suspicious individuals loitering near the house recently, and I suspect Mr. Martin was the one who sent them. I also don’t think they’ll let you off so

easily.”

us at the subway entrance today because of this

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knitted together.

going to

in the bathroom, and Steven opened the door. Then, he

shy around me

off the phone. “Can’t you come out

was a sight to behold. But was now

me and

him naked

breath, simply unable to understand the

I finally

clothes, albeit feeling aggrieved

he did so, I peeked at him and saw the

ཝཱ སྠཽ ཇོ

strangely enchanting.

I described them as “enchanting” was because those scars didn’t ruin Steven’s looks at all. In fact, they were like delicate cracks on porcelain. They simply added a layer of depth

only observed Steven’s obedient demeanor alone, he came off as an innocent little angel.

Just like the archangel who rebelled with his

looked aggrieved. It was as if he was asking me whether he’d

couldn’t help but touch

were the remnants

I spotted a specific scar in

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“Pi?” I asked.

a symbol

Endless. Never cycling back,”

my head started

Never cycling back.

asylum, he’d kept insisting on finishing his

he