CHAPTER 138 Mr.WESLEY III

The CEO

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Our gaze burnt with intensity. My chest tightened. My fingers dig into my skin that hid beneath my trousers, hoping to wake me up from the dream.

I had to be careful. I shouldn’t panic, not before him. I leaned in and conjured confidence out of thin air. “You can’t disown me. You have worked hard to mold me into your image.” I forced a smile; I made my eyes gleam with resolve—anything to make him believe he hadn’t shaken me yet. “You don’t have any children. What about your legacy?”

My father leaned in, his resolve unwavering. Was it real? Was he feigning it like me? That I couldn’t tell.

“What’s the use of having a child that wouldn’t listen?” His amber eyes burned like a scorching sun. “You are a failed project. You are useless. You are as weak as your mother.” His voice deepened. “You have my exterior, but you took your mother’s heart.”

His words cut deep. The way he talked casually after he killed her. My eyes fell on his hand, the ones that took my mother's life, a