All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Sebastian, who had some age to him, had just finished playing golf with Paul and was feeling the strain of the game.As he rested his aching arms and watched Jordan play, he couldn't help but be impressed by his skills.Sebastian initially thought Jordan's earlier impressive shot was just a fluke, but he soon realized he was wrong."Mr. Lancaster, your golf skills are remarkable. I've only seen such shots from professional players," Sebastian complimented.Jordan interrupted, "Oh, come on, Mr. Hauser. It's not that my golf skills are exceptional. It's just that your technique needs more practice."Sebastian was left speechless, feeling the sting of Jordan's retort. He couldn't believe that Jordan's emotional intelligence was so lacking.Jordan was known for his sharp tongue, but his lack of emotional intelligence was unexpected.Sebastian understood why women often found such behavior from such men irritating. If it weren't for the business aspect, Sebastian would have considere

Henry noticed Selena turning pale as a sheet. He hurriedly patted her on her back to comfort her."The baby isn't gone. It's just …"He bit his lip before continuing to speak, "It was never there. Calista isn't pregnant. You were severely ill back then. You refused to eat or drink. We were all worried about you. That's when you misunderstood what was happening …"He rattled off as quickly as he could. He was afraid Selena would collapse if he hesitated for even a moment. Even then, he kept his eyes on her. His hand hovered behind her as if to support her. There was no need for Henry to continue. Selena could hazard a guess. Her brows furrowed further. "So, my grandchild is gone?" she asked mournfully."It's not that your grandchild is gone. There was never a grandchild," Henry corrected her."Doesn't that mean the same thing?""Strictly speaking …"It didn't mean the same thing. Selena glared at him in a threatening manner. It was as if she were daring him to argue. Henry st

Kyros watched Jordan going through a document. From his perspective, all he could see were the latter's slightly long bangs in his face. "He said he'll return to celebrate the day the Northwood Corporation declares bankruptcy."Jordan turned a page."Is he in a remote location? Why haven't I been able to contact him?""Yeah," Kyros responded perfunctorily. Then, he reached for a medicine bottle from the drawer."Have you taken your medicine, Jordan?""I have."Kyros didn't bother to verify it this time and tossed the bottle back into the drawer. That was when the secretary arrived with desserts. So, he ate it. He looked to be in bliss the moment the cake was in his mouth. He resembled a fox savoring a divine delicacy.Jordan remained busy throughout the entire process. He was either going through documents, holding meetings, or making phone calls. Kyros propped his chin up as he watched him with bright eyes.Kyros didn't stay long and soon left. The moment he was gone, Jord

Yara was at a loss for words. She had shot herself in the foot. She didn't think her luck would be quite so rotten.She awkwardly reached for her cup to take a sip of water. That was when Timothy began to speak. "I don't have an ex-girlfriend. I was never cheated on. I've never gifted anyone a car as a wedding gift. And, I've never owned a dog."Yara might not have believed him if he were any other man. But, if the words were coming from Timothy, it was true.He didn't seem like someone who would get himself a girlfriend. Who could tolerate dating a man who was always so elusive?"So, when are we going to register our marriage?"Yara spat out the water she was drinking.Droplets trickled down the man's handsome face and rolled along the back of the chair. She hurriedly reached out to catch the water droplets that were dripping from his jaw.She also attempted to help him wipe his face. Halfway through, she realized her hands weren't enough. She needed a napkin. It prompted her

The pungent liquid slid down his throat, seared its way to his stomach, and surged through his limbs. Jordan felt his body heating up. A faint flush appeared on his face."You have impressive alcohol tolerance, Mr. Lancaster," David said.He picked up the wine bottle and poured more for Jordan. David lavished him with praise like it cost him nothing.Phrases like "young and promising", "future leader of the Capeton business scene", and "pride of the Lancaster family" flowed effortlessly from his lips.Jordan was more than familiar with the flattery. He stared at David indifferently. No matter how much he praised him, Jordan had no intention of drinking at all. "I wish you success in all your endeavors and that your desires are fulfilled soon," David said.He then threw a look at Calista.Jordan felt frustrated. He hadn't been gone long. Yet, David was encouraging other men to court Calista. What did he mean by having his "desires" fulfilled?But, if Jordan refused the toast,