The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Edward had it worse. The scissors had plunged straight into his thigh, creating a bloody gash.

I watched as blood seeped from between his fingers, even as he tried to cover it.

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My breath came in shallow gasps, shock and anxiety overwhelming me, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he’d brought this on himself.

The phone had fallen to the side. Amid the silence, we suddenly heard Soren’s worried voice.

I snapped out of my daze and searched for my phone. Finally, I spotted it.

Edward reached for it first, but I moved faster. I grabbed it and stepped back, putting space between us.

“Mr. Kenway!” I greeted.

It was rare to hear Soren–who usually spoke in a calm, mill, gentlemanly manner–sound so anxious. “Taylor! What happened? Are you alright?”

Just a little situation can handle

Should

Mr. Kenway. Anyway, I have to go

ended the call and watched Edward rise. Blood still seeped from his thigh, and his palm was slick with red. Drops fell steadily onto

injury might fuel his anger, I

his back. His eyes drifted to the blood on my arm,

hurt,” he said. “Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?”

I said sharply.

sleeves had protected my arm from most of the blade, and it was

against the pain. “The Kenways are more complicated than you think, Taylor. You’ll never be one of them. You need to stop holding onto

for your

were shaky. It could have

up.

to be escorted out by

smile, he admitted defeat. “Fine then, Taylor. You’re colder than I

straightened his back and limped out, his wounded leg dragging

relieved sigh after he left. Once I’d cleaned the blood from the floor,

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Chapter 117