All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

Calista glanced at the hand on her shoulder and smiled without a care in the world."So, you want to do the same to me?"The woman fell silent. That had indeed been her plan. She couldn't stand Calista acting all high and mighty back when she was still the lady of the Northwood family.She had been no less arrogant when her stepmother and sister tyrannized her. When she found out that Calista had loan sharks on her tail and was living no better than a dog, she was beyond delighted. However, Calista quickly turned things around by marrying Lucian.Now, she was a woman who had been dumped. Lucian was also dead. So, why should she still be allowed to attend the Northwood Corporation's anniversary celebration?Seeing the surrounding journalists with their cameras, the woman hesitated.But, she wasn't willing to back down either when faced with Calista's provocation. She had been holding back for such a long time. This was an opportunity to exact her revenge. Was she going to let it

Lucian frowned. He wanted a cigarette but hadn't brought any today.He was hardly a smoker. He usually endured the urge to smoke and allowed the want to pass him by. However, today seemed to be a different story. He grew more irritated the more he denied himself a smoke. Coupled with Kyros' incessant chatter, he became agitated."I'm going out for a smoke."Kyros leveled a stare at Lucian. He didn't stop him. The Northwoods had prepared cigarettes in the dining area. There was a small patio right outside that served as a smoking area.However, there were already people there; their faint shadows cast on the thin curtains. Lucian decided against going there. Instead, he went to the garden outside.He didn't have a coat on. As soon as he opened the glass doors, the snowflake-laden wind rushed in, cutting through him like a knife. It was bone-chillingly cold. He felt completely devoid of warmth after having only stood there for a minute. The hand holding the cigarette began to sh

Kyros' expression darkened."Why do you ask?""Considering Mr. Lancaster's appearance, he looks to be thirty this year. I saw him at the banquet hall just before I came upstairs. Even if he disappeared after I left, it has only been twenty minutes since then. You claimed to have checked the surveillance cameras and made the effort to come all this way, Mr. Barlowe. If he's your prisoner, then forget what I said."A sincere smile spread across Paul's gentle face."If you consider him your brother, I would suggest you see a psychiatrist. You might not understand. Some mothers are unusually possessive toward their sons. They think the world is out to take their son from them. You're acting like the sort. You should get help with that."The reporters were "kindly" asked to leave, leaving only Kyros and Paul in the room. With neither man speaking, silence filled the space.Back in the closet, Lucian lowered his voice even further. He was whispering into Calista's ear."I told you he

Paul and Kyros had ended up fighting. To be precise, the former had beaten the latter into a pulp.The guests present were all from their social circle. Most of them were familiar with Paul. He was a suave man known for his gentle nature. Witnessing him suddenly resort to violence left everyone shocked.Kyros was a slender man. However, Paul's merciless blows knocked him to the floor. The young man's mouth had been cut. Blood seeped out, yet he managed a smile."No need for all that anger, Mr. Baker. If you don't like that particular approach, I can suggest other ideas …"Paul frowned. A waiter immediately handed him a towel to wipe his hands. When he crushed the wine glass, a glass shard cut into his thumb. It left a long gash. He stared down at Kyros who was being carefully helped to his feet by a cautious waiter, and said disdainfully, "Shut up. You're nauseating.""What's going on?" Cade, the latecomer, studied the colorful array of expressions on the onlookers' faces. He to

Yara felt refreshed by the thought of being close to achieving what she set out to do. She sounded as if she was about to burst into maniacal laughter as she paced around."Timothy is such an eccentric guy at work. That man is like a well-oiled machine. Wherever he goes, chaos ensues …"A stack of documents landed in front of her, making a muffled sound on the desk."Make ten copies of these."Yara looked up in confusion."I'm just the chauffeur. I'm responsible for driving, not clerical work.""You're the only one without much to do.""Get it through your head. I'm doing unpaid labor over here. Why are you annoyed about me not being busy when you're not paying me? Even a donkey that's slaving away isn't as driven as you are."Timothy frowned."Feel free to speak up. Go ahead and tell everyone in the law firm that you're a donkey that's slaving away."Yara hung up the phone and rolled her eyes."I'm not going. You should give this to Jamie instead. I want him to back down on