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?"

subordinate was too frightened to

name flashed in Cyrus' mind-Baldrick.

he quickly regained his composure. His sharp gaze landed on Caleb. "Go back

sir," Caleb

Did Baldrick really

hadn't given him dirt

phone and dialed a number, "Miss Lucy, it must be tough for you in Ardenweald right now. I can help you get out of there and back on top, but you need to do something

was weary and desperate,

want dirt on

Cyrus in such a disheveled state couldn't

you should have seen how pathetic Cyrus

at Judson's amused

it's time to head home," Judson said,

slightly. With the hectic schedule recently, an early night was

following morning

contract with Ramona, and you're not

you promised before that wherever you go, I go,"

a woman,

wouldn't be appropriate for you

ty.

him off, "It's just me and