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“Sir, don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of Miss Lauren’s injury.”
“Good”
“Sir, should I prepare your bedroom for Miss Lauren? She really shouldn’t be staying in the storage room
Marilyn’s voice held a hint of surprise, but also relief.
anymore.”
Elliot hesitated for only a moment before nodding slightly, even though Marilyn couldn’t see him. “Yes. Get my room ready for her.
Marilyn’s tone instantly brightened. “Understood, sir! I’ll clean it right away. Miss Lauren has been through enough–she should have a better place to stay.”
Elliot let out a small grunt of approval before hanging up
She was his sister. No matter how unreasonable she was, blood was blood. That was something:
g no one could erase.
This time, she would see that he truly cared for her.
He could already imagine her reaction–surprise, maybe even a little touched. The thought of it filled him with warmth, and before he knew it, he was looking forward to going home. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be in a better mood. Maybe she’d even bring him lunch at work, just like before.
His lips curved slightly, and the tension on his face eased.
Finally, the end of the workday arrived. Employees packed up and left, their chatter fading into the hallways.
Michael knocked lightly before stepping inside, placing a file on the desk. “Sir, it’s late. Aren’t you heading out for dinner?”
Elliot’s lips curled into a confident smile. “My sister’s bringing me food.”
Michael chuckled. “Must be nice to have a caring sister. I wouldn’t know,”
He walked out, leaving Elliot in an even better mood.
But as the minutes ticked by, that mood started to sour.
One hour.
Two.
By the time employees started coming back in for the next shift, Lauren was still nowhere to be seen.
A frown crept onto Elliot’s face
Did something happen to her on the way?
He immediately grabbed his phone and called home.
It rang several times before Marilyn finally answered.
“Sir?”
Elliot wasted no time. “When did Lauren leave the house?”
Marilyn sounded confused. “Miss Lauren never left. She’s been home all day.”
Elliot’s grip on the phone tightened.
She never left? She didn’t bring him lunch?
Lauren used to love bringing him meals. It was something she did without fail.
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So why had she stopped?
He had already compromised, even made an effort to show her kindness. Why was she still being so difficult?
Then it hit him.
He had been fooling himself.
Finished
All the things he had imagined–her being moved, her bringing him lunch again–they were nothing but wishful thinking.
Why had he been so sure she would forgive him? That she would go back to being the sister who doted on him?
Marilyn hesitated. “Sir, do you want me to bring Miss Lauren to the phone?”
Elliot’s jaw clenched. “No.”
He ended the call abruptly.
His mood had completely soured.
Right on cue, Michael strolled in with the worst possible timing. “So, sir, what did Miss Lauren bring for lunch today?”
He glanced around the office. “Huh? Where’s the food?”
Ellior’s icy glare could’ve frozen a man solid.
Michael instantly regretted opening his mouth. He let out an awkward laugh, quickly changing the subject. “Sir, this is the file you asked for about the East District land. Reliable sources say it’ll be up for auction in two weeks.”
“Leave it
Michael placed the file on the desk and retreated, relieved to escape unscathed.
Elliot barely glanced at the document, his mind elsewhere.
The city’s policies were set to turn East District into a commercial hubs. As long as that didn’t change, winning the hid would be a guaranteed profit.
The only issue!
Bennett Corporation wasn’t the only one eyeing the land.
Gray Corporation was in the game, and even investors from Balewood were showing interest.
If Balewood’s elite decided to claim the land for themselves, neither Bennett nor Gray Corporation would stand a chance.
Nothing was going right. Not work. Not family. His head throbbed.
By the time he finished work, it was late.
But instead of heading home, he drove straight to Empire Bar,
Inside, dim lights flickered against the dance floor, casting shifting shadows over the writhing bodies of men and women lost. in the music.
Elliot headed straight for the bar, taking a seat.
He gestured to the bartender. “Something strong
The bartender nodded, quickly preparing a drink and setting it in front of him.
Elliot took it in one gulp, the burn sliding down his throat. He grimaced slightly, but the sting helped dull the mess in his
head.
One drink turned into two,
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Then three.
Then four.
Damn Lauren. She was getting more stubborn by the day.
Five years ago, she wasn’t like this.
All she did was spend five years in prison–was that really a reason to act like she was too good to talk to him now?
She was the one who pushed Elaine down those stairs.
She was the one who turned Elaine into a vegetable
She was the one who deserved prison.
It wasn’t like he had wronged her.
Finished
If anything, she was lucky. If she hadn’t been a Bennett, the Gray family would have made sure she never saw daylight again.
Ungrateful Absolutely ungrateful.
Elliot threw back another drink, the alcohol heavy on his breath.
The bartender slid another glass across the counter. Just as he reached for it, a larger hand snatched it first.
Elliot snapped his head up. fury flashing in his bleary eyes. “Who the fuck-”
The man downed the drink in one go.
Elliot blinked, his vision swimming. He forced himself to focus-
Kenneth.
The moment recognition set in, his anger surged.
Drunken, reckless rage..
He jabbed a finger at Kenneth’s chest. “You bastard. You beat my sister till she was bleeding all over the damn place, and you still have the nerve to sit here?”
Without waiting for an answer, he swung his fist
Kenneth barely moved.
He stepped aside, effortlessly dodging the sloppy punch.
Elliot lurched forward, thrown off balance. He crashed into the bar, knocking over drinks.
Kenneth sighed, rubbing his temples. “I don’t have time for this.”
Elliot wasn’t done. He turned back, seething, ready to take another swing
Kenneth caught his wrist midair and slammed it onto the bar counter.
“If you want to throw a tantrum, do it at home,” Kenneth said, voice low and cold. “Don’t bring it to my bar.”
Elliot struggled, but Kenneth didn’t let go.
“You hit my sister—”
Kenneth’s expression darkened. “Listen carefully, Elliot.”
His voice dropped even lower, dangerously steady,
–+–fall. I didn’t touch hant
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Finished
Elliot stiffened.
“Second,” Kenneth continued, tightening his grip and continuing, “even if I had, she would’ve deserved it. She owes Elaine.”
