All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Calista was so embarrassed that she couldn't look Paul in the face. She glanced past his shoulder and glared at Jordan.She wasn't Paul's responsibility. Why should he be first in line to save her? To think Jordan had the nerve to accuse Paul of being too slow to act.He wasn't a bodyguard she hired to keep an eye on her all the time to make sure she never got hurt."How do you know Paul never arrived on time whenever I got hurt? This is the first time I've been injured since we met, Mr. Lancaster," Calista said.She wanted to see how Jordan was going to explain this."My enemies are the Northwoods. What's wrong with me getting to know my competition? I know how many times Ms. Everhart has been hurt and in what circumstances. I even know when your housemaid arrives for work and when she gets off." Jordan seemed proud."At least I don't sit back and watch the person I love being pushed around," Paul said.Jordan fell silent. The phrase sounded oddly familiar. He gave it some th

It was common practice to chat someone up and hook up in bars. If she had approached anyone else, they would either refuse or agree to the offer.But, Kyros was a severe germaphobe. He disliked having others touch him.He glared at the enchanting woman in his arms. He wasn't charmed at all. All he felt was filth covering his entire body. His once cheerful mood was now replaced by utter misery. He suddenly stood up.The woman swiftly clung to his neck. There was a shy look on her face. "There's no need to be so rude, sir. I was …""You fucking whore. You're going behind my back and hooking up with other men?" A voice drowned out the deafening music in the bar. "And, with an immature brat like him? I'm going to show you who's a better man between the two of us!"Kyros turned to explain, but he was met with a punch to the face.The assailant was burly. It was obvious from a glance that he was a professional fighter. The punch landed solidly on Kyros' face and nearly knocked hi

Yara rolled her eyes at Jamie."Hurry back to school and attend your class, or I'll break your legs myself."Then, she turned to Calista."Are you ready to go?"Calista had rushed over the moment she received a call from Paul. She hadn't yet had dinner.It was only now that Jamie noticed that Calista was in a wheelchair. He had been entirely focused on his sister's show of tyranny."What happened to your foot, Calista?""I sprained it," Calista said.She turned to Timothy."Have a nice day, Mr. Howard."Timothy nodded."We know they've set a trap. There's no guarantee they won't tamper with electronic devices. If we need to discuss anything related to this, try to do it in person.“As a lawyer, he'd seen his fair share of dirty tricks. Calista recalled having discussed the possibility of Jordan being Lucian over the phone with Henry.Yara had planned to cook at first. But, with Calista's injured foot, going out became inconvenient. Since they were already outdoors, they de

Calista had stayed up all night. The scrambled eggs and roasted tomatoes at five in the morning were simply heavenly.The vibrant red tomatoes paired with the golden eggs, topped with chopped chives. It was an aromatic delight."Who knows? Maybe the interns will have to cough up money to work," Calista said as she tried to get the fluffy eggs to cool down.Yara scoffed."Who keeps coming up with these ideas? They make farmers drive out to the countryside to farm in the morning, and then return to the city at night. They can afford properties and cars in the city without worrying about the cost of fuel. Are they still considered farmers? That's a rich man enjoying life. Have they even noticed how high the oil prices have risen? They expect people to rent out their surplus of houses when they have no money. Even if they don't have money, they still have properties. Did someone leave these houses to them in their wills?""Did these people go insane from eating all that processed food

Calista was kept waiting at the lounge for over ten minutes when Cade came back downstairs.He stood by the doorway and called out, "Let's go."She quickly got up and followed him.It wasn't until they were in the car that she asked, "Is he Lucian?"There was an eighty to ninety percent chance that he was Lucian. But at the end of the day, it was all just speculation. The more people confirmed it, the more confident she felt."No. You should build him a grave. Send him on his way so he doesn't end up a wandering spirit," Cade said.Calista was rendered speechless.The man pushed the car's ignition button with one hand and reached out to Calista with the other. In his open palm lay at least twenty strands of hair, complete with the follicles.It was evident that they had been forcibly plucked from someone's head."You'll know the answer once you get his DNA tested. It's not that complicated."Calista stared at the hair in his palm. Sure enough, they were friends who greatly ch