All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Kyros stared at his phone. He imagined a scenario where Jordan called to question him after seeing the photos.The more he thought about it, the better he felt. A satisfied smile bloomed on his grim visage. However, the message seemed to vanish without causing a single reaction.There was a cold glint in his eyes as he stared at Calista's stunned expression in the photo. He lightly traced his finger over her neck."Annoying."With his lips slightly curled and his jaw lifted in arrogance, he appeared provocative; a far cry from the innocent demeanor he had displayed in front of Calista.He hailed a cab and headed straight to the Lancaster Group. The assistant, aware of Kyros' relationship with Jordan, didn't stop him. He instead went to knock on the door before Kyros could push it open.Kyros paused. He turned to the assistant standing nervously next to him and smiled."Are you my brother's new assistant?""Yes."He wasn't part of the president's secretarial department. Jordan

Calista shook her head, "I'm not sure." "Didn't you get him drunk last night?" Yara complained to her last night about Timothy’s sloppy proposal. They barely spent time together, yet he wanted to get a marriage license. At that time, she was dining with Jordan and didn't respond. "I did get him drunk. He's covered in injuries, all recent ones." Yara snorted disapprovingly. "You suspect that the Lancaster family has been abusing him?" If it was just to prevent Calista from recognizing him, why not remove a scar? There was no need to inflict him with full of scars. Now, he was known as the youngest son of the Lancaster family. Even though the Lancaster family has been down on their luck recently, they surely could afford the removal of a scar. Timothy said, "I know the Lancaster family. They do not beat someone up and leave them wounded." On the contrary, they are quite upright. He had finished his chess game at some point and was now walking over to them. Calista ask

Jordan and Christine exited the private room and bumped into Hugo. Jordan almost blurted out, 'Dad,' but fortunately, his rationality prevailed. He held it back and politely nodded towards Hugo, his expression unchanged."Mr. Hugo." Hugo raised an eyebrow. "Do you know me?" "Of course! Who doesn’t? You’re the head of the Jacquez family in Apthon family." "Not only do you look like him, you’re a sweet-talker like him too." Jordan was speechless. Hugo should’ve done it behind his back if he wanted to insult him. Seeing that the two men had something to discuss, Christine excused herself and left. Hugo looked apologetic and said, "Mr. Lancaster, I'm sorry for intruding like this and interrupting your meal. I have an unpleasant request, and I was hoping you could help." Jordan stepped aside, gesturing with his hand towards the private room. "Let's sit down and talk inside. Mr. Hugo, you're being too polite. I’ll try to help in any way I can to your requests." After thi

The man who appeared at the entrance of the meeting room was dressed in a light-colored suit, tall and well-built, exuding an unmistakable air of elegance. His face, resembling Lucian's, was concealed by a mask, and his slightly long bangs covered his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible. Furthermore, he appeared alongside the representative of the client’s company, seemingly engaged in a pleasant conversation. Calista breathed a sigh of relief seeing him wear a face mask, fearing Henry couldn't handle the shock. Jordan and Lucian didn't share the same aura, possibly due to their clothing and attire. So, it was challenging to connect the two as one without seeing their faces or having any direct interaction. However, Henry had heard in advance that he bore a striking resemblance to Lucian, so he couldn't help but steal a few glances. He asked Calista, "Is this the young gentleman from the Lancaster family who returned from the countryside last year? Is he really that sim

After they got in the car, Calista was about to lower her head to look at her ankle when Jordan bent down and grabbed her calf. She was enveloped by a strange scent. His long fingers pressed lightly around her swollen ankle, and Calista winced in pain, instinctively trying to pull her foot back. Jordan held her tight, lifted his head, and his gaze fell on Calista's tightly furrowed brow due to the pain.There seemed to be some intense emotion in his eyes, but when he looked at her, he returned to his usual self."Don't move." His hoarse voice was low and gentle. Jordan took off her shoes and gently rotated her foot. "Does it hurt?" Calista assessed it carefully. "It's not too bad." "No bone damage, but soft tissue bruising. You'll need to rest for at least a month." Jordan thought about how she had been hopping around just moments ago, and he welled up in anger. He couldn't control his temper for a moment and yelled, "You can't walk for at least a month." Calista