The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 909

Eloise's hands balled into fists. "I'm going to check on the kitchen too!"

With Eloise out of the room, Peter's lips quirked up. "You think the Naylors will really accept her?"

Steven shot Peter a look. "There's nothing I can't handle," he said confidently.

"But she's innocent," Peter protested as he rose to his feet, giving Steven's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Mr. Fischer, there's more than one way to skin a cat, you know. It doesn't have to be..."

"My decisions are final!" Steven cut him off, shrugging off Peter's hand. "You should worry about yourself!" He paused before adding, "Didn't you say your third uncle is about to return? Sir Lennon had always preferred him. They only turned to you when he vanished. Peter, you can't sweat the small stuff when you're playing the long game."

Peter's eyes dimmed with a touch of sadness. "I know." He had always known. Those were the years he had nearly walked away from it all, but they would not let him. "How's everything at the company?"

"Everything's under control, the job's done right," Steven said with a sly grin as the door swung open again. Charles stepped in from the outside, not at all surprised to find Steven there. He slipped off his shoes and joined the other two men for a chat. Charles brought up something about Peter, "Hey Peter, do you know this guy Trevon?"

rings a bell, but I can't quite place him." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket but did not

a new chapter with her. However, after they split, the cravings kept coming back. Whenever they hit, he would just play

is that Trevon's been bouncing between there and other places. He tied the knot with Tania, alright, but they're not together. So,

"I've dug up

Brandon?" Charles looked around, his

into a frown for some reason. Suddenly,

a quick look and then hurried up

He narrowed his eyes, staying alert as he tiptoed to Brandon's bedroom door. The moment he spotted a shadowy figure inside, Peter

with an immediate attack,

in black, was ruthless, targeting Peter's most vulnerable spots with deadly precision. However, Peter was not

was clear that the guy knew his stuff. Peter could not get the upper hand

Steven felt the

as they reached

eyes, sizing up the situation, then leaped into the battle. It was