The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 231

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As the sticky beer trickled down from his head, Cyrus instinctively reached up to wipe it off, then immediately looked up in dismay.

There stood Judson at the open window.

Their eyes met, and Judson glared down at him, his face cold and full of scorn and anger. It was as if he was silently laughing at Cyrus for overstepping his bounds.

Cyrus' temper flared, his fists clenching tightly. Fine, just fine! This was a slight he wouldn't forget. "Mr. Gordon, let's get you to the car. You wouldn't want Mrs. Gordon to see you like this..." Caleb suggested, his voice shaking.

Cyrus certainly didn't want that. He turned, opened the car door, and slammed it shut behind him. Though his face was hidden, the fire in his dark eyes was almost visible, and the temperature in the car seemed to drop several degrees.

Caleb shrank back, too scared to speak. It wasn't just Michael who was bold; Judson was just as audacious.

Memory or no memory, Judson never showed Cyrus any respect.

Just then, Cyrus' phone rang, and he answered it coldly, "Speak."

A shaky voice came through the line, "Mr. Gordon, bad news! Someone exposed The Gordon Group for embezzlement, and even the VP has been detained. You need to come back right away..."

Cyrus' eyes widened in shock and he asked, "What did you say?"

was too frightened

this? A name flashed in Cyrus' mind-Baldrick. It had to be

of panic crossed his mind, he quickly regained his composure. His sharp gaze landed on

sir," Caleb responded

were filled with a simmering rage. Did Baldrick really think he could bring him down with this?

given him dirt on

in Ardenweald right now.

voice was weary and desperate, "Mr. Gordon, what do

want dirt on

the car drive off, the sight of Cyrus in such a disheveled state couldn't help but bring a

seen how pathetic Cyrus

glanced at Judson's amused

to head home," Judson

schedule recently, an early night was exactly what she

morning

contract with Ramona, and you're

that wherever

a woman,

a special interest group. wouldn't be appropriate for you

ty.

mouth to argue, but Nancy cut him off, "It's just me