The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 226

“Shh…” I quickly interrupted Soren, feeling extremely nervous. “I’ll handle this. Trust me, please.”

Soren nodded. I could tell he was a little excited by the look on his handsome face.

“Alright, I trust you. And T… I’ll be waiting for you,” he said.

“Okay.”

“You should head up soon. It’s cold out here,” he urged. “Call me if you need any help.‘

“Okay.” I nodded and started to take my leave.

Before I did, I reminded him, “Hurry home and get some rest, okay? Remember, your health is your best asset, so you mustn’t overwork yourself.”

“Whatever you say,

“Okay… Bye then.”

“Bye…”

boss”

I turned around a few times as I walked, glancing back after every few steps. Soren was still standing by his car until I entered my building and stepped into the elevator.

Once I reached my apartment, I looked over from the balcony and saw that his car was still there. But I couldn’t see him anymore because my view was blocked.

I leaned against the balcony and sighed softly, my mind flooding with flashes of what had happened in the car.

After a while, I got up and looked again.

This time, I saw Soren’s Rolls Royce driving off, quickly disappearing from my view, swallowed by the darkness of the night.

I gathered my thoughts and entered my room, burying myself in my work to calm my nerves.

By 11:00 p.m., I’d finished a few design drafts, taken a shower, and gotten into bed.

I somehow managed to fall asleep, but then I suddenly felt like my phone was ringing.

Still groggy, I picked it up and saw an unknown number calling.

I assumed it was probably a scam, so I hung up.

As soon as I placed my phone back down, the same number called again.

Reluctantly, I answered. “Hello?”

“Hello, your friend’s gotten drunk and is lying at our bar. Could you come pick him up, please?”

I couldn’t recognize the voice, but I was stunned by what I heard. “Who’s this friend of mine?”

“I don’t know, miss, I’m just the bartender. He’s really drunk and gave me your number when I asked how he was

going to get home. Honestly, I’m not even sure if this is the right number…”

The bartender then tried waking the drunk man, loudly enough that I could hear him.

I heard the slurred voice of the drunk man

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out of it,

sorry, but you’ve got the wrong muumber,” I sald, hanging up right after.

I couldn’t get back to sleep that

cursed Edward, thinking he should get alcohol

I was shocked at myself for how

down, I decided to call the Kennedys, planning to share some news while

was already past midnight, but their butler answered the

but then an idea struck me. Thus, I asked the butler to hand the phone to

heard Sally’s cold yet confused voice. “Are you out

drunk at his place, so I thought I’d let you

issued, but he’s refusing to leave me alone and

on him if you don’t want your daughter to end up in prison. Consider this

are, Taylor! I loved you like a mother since you lost

don’t anger me anymore, or there will be hell to

ended the

done all I could by passing along the bartender’s message. Whether Edward lived or

concem.

abruptly early the next morning.

buzzed, displaying another unknown number.

“Hello?“

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quickly interrupted Soren, feeling extremely nervous. “I’ll handle this. Trust me, please.”

was a little excited by the

I’ll be

“Okay.”

up soon. It’s cold out here,” he urged. “Call me

I nodded and started

home and get some rest, okay? Remember, your health is your best asset, so you

“Whatever you say,

“Okay… Bye then.”

“Bye…”

boss”

was still standing by his car until I entered my building

I looked over from the balcony and saw that his car was still there. But

leaned against the balcony and sighed softly, my mind flooding with flashes of what had happened in the car.

a while, I got up and

time, I saw Soren’s Rolls Royce driving off, quickly disappearing from my view, swallowed by the

my room, burying myself in my work to

a few design drafts, taken a shower, and gotten into

I suddenly felt like my phone was

it up and saw an unknown number

assumed it was probably a scam, so I hung

back down, the same number

I answered. “Hello?”

our bar. Could you come pick him

recognize the voice, but I was stunned by what I heard. “Who’s this friend of mine?”

the bartender. He’s really drunk and gave me your number when I asked how he was

get home. Honestly, I’m not even

the drunk man, loudly