My Unwanted Savage Bride 66

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Chapter 66

Lenore absentmindedly rubbed her nose, her fingers playing with the cord of her earbuds. “Keep this batch in storage and put all of Silas’s orders on a 20% discount from now on, except for the Sonic chase.”

Siren was confused. She thought to herself, ‘Why did she suddenly mention Silas? What does it have to do with him?‘

“Boss, you…” Siren’s question was left hanging as the call ended abruptly.

Siren wondered, ‘Are we really passing up the chance to strike it rich and set ourselves up for an early retirement for Stormwings Operatives Team Three, and now we’re giving discounts? Does this sound like our leader?‘

Back at the Smedley residence, Sharon had gone to pick up Darren from his taekwondo class. Meanwhile, Troy seethed, wall upon hearing the driver’s message. “Ungrateful child!”

rowing a cup against the

“Dad!” Esther looked at the shattered glass, her face expressionless as she continued, “Isn’t Lenore just using those rich playboys to stand up to the Duncan family? No need to get upset over a troublemaker!”

She was headed to Senanville the next day, sure that with her aunt and cousin’s help, she would become Victoria’s protégé.

Then, I’ll leave Greenvine High School behind, step onto the world stage, and become a dazzling superstar! Then, that bitch Lenore would be cating my dust!” Esther thought.

Troy’s anger simmered; the Duncan family’s fortune was worth billions, and he couldn’t fathom how Lenore had the audacity to claim it all for herself.

‘Now, when I call her home for dinner, she doesn’t even respond! She dares to warn me! I won’t let go of the inheritance; I’ll wrest those billions from Lenore’s grasp!‘ Troy thought, his eyes darkened with determination.

Shaken by Lenore’s words, Wayne avoided driving the sports car, opting instead for the passenger seat of the Porsche Cayenne. Bonnie and Lenore had evening classes, and after dropping them off, he lingered in the Porsche Cayenne.

Avoiding Silas, Wayne rolled down the window to light a cigarette, taking a couple of whiffs before stubbing it out. The smoke cleared as he shook his head, brushing away a strand of hair.

“Xtreme’s made a move; we can’t get that shipment back, can we?” Wayne asked.

Taking on Stormwings Operatives Team Three meant declaring war on the entire Stormwings Operatives.

They hadn’t fully scoped out the Stormwings Operatives yet, so rash action was out of the question. However, they hadn’t lost much this time; it was the Mueller family that had likely taken a heavy hit.

In the back seat, Silas, clad in a black silk shirt, casually draped an arm over the window, his chiseled profile illuminated by the streetlights, like a scene from a painting.

At this, he arched an eyebrow and spoke with a nonchalance that belied his words. “I’ll make the Mueller family regret crossing me sooner or later.” Wayne regarded Silas as a ruthless individual. Squinting, he turned his thoughts to another matter, his expression grave. “The competition we’ve signed up for is half a year out. If we can’t find Sonic, I really think Lenore can handle it. Look at her…”

‘She’s not up for it!” Silas cut him off, his gaze icy, laced with a warning.

The rules of their competition were clear. Those who couldn’t win on this track would meet only one fate–death. Even if Lenore was formidable, he wouldn’t allow her to compete.

Wayne frowned. “Then you can’t step up in person when the time comes, can you?”

“Then I’ll take matters into my own hands!” Silas’s presence was daunting, his voice as chilling as ice.

Chuck held his breath, starting the engine and not daring to breathe for fear of incurring Silas’s wrath.

Seeing Silas like this, Wayne furrowed his brow deeper, hesitating before a wicked smile spread across his face. “You’re not seriously into Lenore, are you?

Silas’s eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, “Orinadia’s in chaos, and your grandfather’s still under surveillance because of 319 Biomedical Engineering. You’re heading back to Denisville tomorrow,”

Wayne thought, ‘Damn it! I just asked a couple of questions, and now I’m being kicked out. Is he afraid I’ll be a third wheel here? A noble heir? He’s