She was not deliberately trying to distance herself from him—She was able to distinguish between situations clearly—she was working right now, and he, on the other hand, was a hotel guest."Please head inside. Mr. Shields has been waiting for you."Kevan remained in front of her though, blocking her path. "And you?" He looked down at her, his eyes calm. One could not see if there was any emotional turmoil within him."I need to go back to work." Larissa brushed past his arm in an attempt to leave.Kevan reached back to grab her wrist. Her arm was so thin that he could practically feel her bones. She was so much thinner than the last time he saw her. His heart ached for her while his anger was also stoked by the fact that she did not know how to take good care of herself. His grip automatically tightened on her.Larissa hissed in pain."Eat first." Kevan's cold voice sounded in her ear, his tone showing that he was not to be questioned. The chilling look in his eyes made her feel
"Finish your food." Kevan finally retracted his cutlery, but his oppressive gaze remained fixed on Larissa.Larissa only felt that he was being ludicrous. "Your daughter has been kidnapped!" she repeated. "How can you still eat?"Even she—a bystander who hated Bethany, could not help but be anxious. As Bethany's father, Kevan's current actions were a little too heartless."She'll be fine." Kevan's tone was mild but certain.Larissa was stunned. "How do you know?"How did he know?Kevan glanced at his incessantly ringing phone before accepting the call as well as putting it on speakerphone."Kevan Rogers?" It was an unknown man who called, a Bartham local from his accent. His tone was fierce, and it was clear that he was not someone to be messed with.Kevan hummed lightly. "Was there something you needed?"The man seemed to be pissed by his nonchalant attitude, yelling, "Do you not want your daughter anymore?"As if to play along with him, the moment the man stopped speaking,
"Do you want to have someone prepare the money?" Dylan asked."Of course." Kevan did not hesitate on this issue.Dylan immediately got up to make a call on the balcony."Are you feeling better now?" Kevan asked Larissa.He just asked this without any preamble, and Larissa took some time to gather herself before retorting, "Feeling better about what?""I will not ignore Bethany." Kevan had a faint smile on his lips. When he spoke, he kept his fathomless gaze on Larissa the whole time, the warmth and scorch from it causing her to be ill at ease once more.Pressing a hand against her pounding heart, Larissa looked down slowly. "I've always been okay." Her voice was lighter than the night's breeze."So …" Kevan's gaze moved away from her face and down to her plate. "Can you eat properly now?"Larissa was stunned. He seemed to have some sort of obsession—or was it some sort of … compulsive disorder? Regardless, if he did not force her to finish her food, he would not be happy. At th
"Do we still prepare the money then?" Dylan returned to the subject at hand. "Since we now know that Ron is the one who kidnapped Bethany, the police can just go over to arrest him now, right?"Hearing this, Kevan frowned lightly. "You actually got someone to ready the money?"Dylan stared at him in astonishment. "Didn't you just agree to it?" He found it strange then—spending one billion to save Cody's daughter was definitely not something Kevan would do.Kevan sighed soundlessly. "That was because Larissa was here." He did not want to leave her with an impression of him being heartless."I thought you would understand me." He looked at Dylan with great disappointment.Dylan gritted his teeth and stopped himself from rolling his eyes at him. "I'll call them now and tell them to stop gathering the money."Once everything was arranged, Dylan asked Kevan, "So, should Jack go arrest him now?""No." Kevan leaned back against the sofa relaxedly, his legs stacked nonchalantly on the e
Soon, Jack called too. "We've found out where Ron is. Your daughter's with him."Ron was temporarily living in a private house on the outskirts of the city. It was a secluded area, with farmland all around. The neighbors were all placed very far apart from each other, which was a perfect place to hide a person.Jack had sent in a team to stake out the area nearby. They were to report to him the moment they heard or saw anything.Kevan grunted in acknowledgment. "Thank you for your hard work.""Not at all, this is what we should be doing," Jack said cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, about your grandpa—"Kevan froze, his pupils dilating. "Yes?""Roland's body has been cremated, so we can't perform an autopsy, which means we can't figure out how he died exactly. Although I really want to help you, I can't file a case based on your suspicions. As for Cody, I've used my personal connections to help you check. He did not exhibit any strange behavior before Roland passed. So …" Jack did not
This was the first time that Larissa had ever heard of Yvette's past.It was not her fault for being ill-informed. The truth was, the first time she knew that Yvette was once a famous celebrity was during her second year in high school. She went to the teacher's office to get the test papers at noon when she heard a couple of teachers talking and lamenting about it.Technology was not as advanced then as it was today. Computers were still luxurious items to the average family, and phones could only be used to call and text. Television and the news were the only two ways that people could get information.Yvette had stopped shooting movies for many years, so she was no longer prevalent in the media. The Seymours had never bothered with Larissa, and her peers at the time knew nothing about Yvette either.After she had grown up and gotten to use the Internet, Larissa never ever looked Yvette up, probably because she hated her. It was only when some Instagram marketing accounts would p
Larissa was about to say something to smooth things over when Morgan's phone rang.Ending the confrontation he had with Emmy, Morgan felt for his phone in his pocket. In the next second, his face appeared frozen.Emmy swiftly snatched his phone from him."Hey! What are you doing!" Morgan tried to get it back, but Emmy had already backed away till she was hiding behind Larissa.This all happened so fast that the crowd had no time to react.Emmy answered the call and put it on speakerphone."Morgan!" An overly attentive and sweet voice of a woman came through the phone's speakers, and everyone heard it.Larissa froze at once.That voice was familiar as hell, it was just that the tone … was massively different from the way that she usually heard it.Emmy said nothing as she turned to look at Morgan with a cold smile on her face."You promised to help me make an appointment to have a meal with Mr. Stephens of Olympus Entertainment before. What about it? Has it been decided?" Yvet
Larissa went outside with Emmy while also signaling to her assistant manager with her eyes that he should head back himself first.Emmy stopped at the elevator and asked Larissa, "Do you have a bar here?" She did not look good, and her smile was very forced.The fourth floor of Winston Hotel was a chill bar with all kinds of alcohol, and the environment was very tranquil, so Larissa brought her there.The resident singer had yet to leave. Her hoarse voice was singing softly at low pitches, which caused the atmosphere to be a little bleak for some reason.Emmy was not in a good state, so Larissa did not allow her to order any strong alcohol and only ordered two glasses of tap beer for each of them."Don't be angry, Emmy," Larissa advised her as she touched her glass to hers."I'm not angry! Who says I am?" Emmy downed a huge mouthful of beer and slammed her glass down. With a loud bang, the golden liquid splattered everywhere on the table.Hearing this, the waiter came over and a