The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 283

hapter 283 The God’s Weakness

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.” Sierra gave a faint smile as she stood up.

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Watching her walk away, Mateo scratched his nose and called after her, “Hey, Sierra–don’t worry. We’ll do everything we can to take care of the people under the Zach Group.”

This time, Sierra’s smile was more genuine. “Thanks.”

“No problem!” Mateo felt relieved. This was more like the Sierra he was used to–steady, grounded, and clear–eyed.

Still, he decided not to tell Jonathan about what happened today. Jonathan already hated his stepmother to the core–no need to pour oil on the fire.

Back at home, Susie told Chase everything that had happened between her and Sierra.

“No wonder Jonathan’s into her,” Susie said quietly. “She really is a good girl.”

Chase thought back to the way Sierra had stood up for Jonathan that day, and couldn’t find the words to respond.

Wayne had always loved Jonathan, but he wasn’t just Jonathan’s grandfather–he was the head of a powerful family. With so many grandchildren, Jonathan was never going to get much from him.

Only Sierra saw Jonathan as her one and only–her most important person.

None of them could compare to that.

Even though Sierra’s route had been a dead end, they couldn’t let things keep spiraling.

“I’ll talk to my father,” Chase said finally.

Susie hesitated. She hadn’t wanted to involve Wayne–she knew he had always held some resentment toward her.

they

“Talk to him properly.”

“I know.”

sat quietly for a while. She was about to head upstairs when something occurred to her–she

she

been home these past few days,” the

frequenting

always kept security on their key members–some visible, some hidden. As one of

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The God’s

“Call him. Tell him to

Shane when he got

Tell my mom I’ll

he turned to Shane. “So. What kind of

Finished

I want something. So what do you say, Mr.

pale under the

him

lunatic. He’d been quiet lately, apparently after getting his ass kicked by the Goodman family

colorless face and swirled the drink

should I trust

pulled down his collar, revealing unhealed wounds across his body. “Thanks

of his drink in one

Second, he’s not my enemy. I’ve never wanted

wanted Jonathan to look at him. To acknowledge him. To drag him off

used to want to climb toward the divine. But eventually, he realized–if a god won’t look down at you, there’s

the god

“Got it. Don’t worry–I don’t want him dead

to see what the golden boy looked

They exchanged a look.