Quit her job? Did she hear that correctly? From this man? From this gambler who got her father into one massive debt to save his life... in turn, Weyland couldn’t even save his own daughter? That open-heart surgery could have been possible if Reginald Piper didn’t need millions to save his behind.
Even after that, he dared to take everything away from Luellen. Him and her father’s business partner... She never wanted to receive them as guests ever.
Funny, this man just walked into her ho like he also owned it.
"Uncle..." Luellen walked closer to Reginald, forcing him to look up higher. Her glare cascaded on his body. "I’m not quitting my job. In fact, I’m not just working for him. I’m marrying Leander Wentworth. When that happens, you won’t see an inch of again... just because you want to."
"Marry?" Reginald clawed at the armrest. He even clicked his tongue to the side. "So he wasn’t mocking Weyland when he said that..."
Mocking? Luellen couldn’t let go of her anger and ask. She turned away, gazing at the door. "If that’s all you need to say, you have said it. Please leave my house."
Reginald looked up at her again. He glared at the young woman who only watched him through her peripheral vision. However, he only leaned back. "Humph, you think I’ll believe you just because you say so? That was ten years ago. Even a hard-headed man like Wentworth could change his mind."
He looked her up and down. "Judging from what you look like now, who would even want you? Marry Leander Wentworth? You must have heard about that from your nosy mother. Still, don’t get too close to that guy."
Luellen turned to face him slowly. Her eyes trembled as if fighting her angry tears. Her nails dug into her palm as she balled her fist until her knuckles turned white. Still, she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t want to do anything to harm this man.
And those words again?
Luellen opened her mouth, but what kind of sound should she make? Should she scream at him, or should she keep her emotions in check?
Buzz!
"What?" Luellen heard her doorbell buzzing for the second ti tonight. She instinctively stepped away from Reginald to prepare for another invader. Her uncle also got up from his seat with difficulty.
"It’s past nine. We don’t want anything you’re selling!" Reginald answered the door instead. He didn’t open the door directly and only spoke from behind it.
A knock still ca to the door as if the person didn’t hear Reginald’s voice. The middle-aged man turned to Luellen and gestured at her. He shooed her away as if she were too close to the door. Then, he braced as if the other person would break in as soon as he opened the door with a crack.
Reginald looked out.
A young man stood in front of the door. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and his lips curled in a small smile. His clothes looked smart and ironed flat, and his shoes seed handwoven scales. However, his face discreetly twitched as if he was in pain. The middle-aged man snorted at his image.
"I rember a woman living in this unit. Where is she?" The young man smiled wider, but it didn’t curve his eyes.
"She’s not ho. I’m house-sitting." Reginald huffed. He even blocked the door with his frail, alcoholic body. "I’m not interested in talking to you. Go away. If you don’t leave, I will send you to the hospital."
The young man chuckled, lowering his head. He then flicked his hand and produced a small knife. He lined it in across their gazes and smiled wider. "I can do the sa to you. Produce the girl. I’m not going to ask twice."
Reginald slamd the door shut, but the young man kicked the panel. His power was greater than what Reginald’s arm could wield. The door’s panel swung back, hitting Reginald in the shoulder. He crawled back toward the lounge, eyeing the kitchen door. His frail knees just couldn’t get him off the floor so fast.
A huff ca from the young man. He looked around the hallways to see if soone dared to watch. Then, he entered the house, closing the door behind him. He walked to the middle-aged man on the floor. "Hey, old man..."
"Don’t make use this on you."
Reginald and the young man turned in the third voice’s direction. Luellen stood in front of her kitchen’s bead curtain. In her hands was the small fire extinguisher.
The young man smiled, nonetheless. He stepped back from the other man, even sliding his knife to Luellen’s feet. His hands then rose to the air as if in surrender. "Sorry, I was worried. An unknown car drove to your street, and a man walked inside your house. I just want to make sure you’re safe."
Luellen stepped on the knife to keep anyone from taking it. She lowered the hose in her hand. "I doubt it. You can just send soone else. Also, a person like you can look up car plates in a snap. There’s no way you can’t tell who owned it.
"Nathan Chro, don’t make call the police on you. Leave alone." Luellen’s eyes never left his face. "I don’t want to send people to hell through Leander...
"But if you keep this up, I won’t ask for sothing less."
Nathan smiled at her, backing against the door. "Yes, I really want to check up on you since your uncle didn’t leave just as fast. I thought he was doing sothing else. Also, I really did co in person to apologize for what happened earlier. That was too much. Given your closeness to Leander Wentworth, I thought you would like that..."
Luellen took a deep breath. She raised the hose toward Nathan as a wordless threat. The young man only nodded and slowly exited the door. He didn’t even collect his knife.
When Nathan got out, Reginald got up with the help of the single couch beside him. He went to lock the door from the inside. He then turned to Luellen. "What did that guy do to you? You didn’t hate him before."
"Leave my house, Uncle." Luellen pointed the hose’s nozzle toward Reginald this ti. "I don’t want you anywhere near ."
"Tch, and ss your entire lounge? Please." Reginald didn’t leave and only sat back down. "Just offer pillows and a blanket. Halter’s Point is hours away from here. No way I’m driving back ho now."
Luellen wanted to throw the extinguisher at her uncle. However, an assault case was the last thing she needed. She could only put the extinguisher back and get spare pillows and blankets that she had. She didn’t forget to bring the small knife with her. If ever that man dared to enter her room, she would have a weapon.
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