Conrad Sterling just held Anna Thornton without speaking, nor did he answer her questions.
If the lights were on at this mont, Anna Thornton would turn around and find that the man’s eyes were crimson red.
Conrad Sterling was accustod to hiding his emotions deeply. If he wasn’t truly at rock bottom, why would he bring it up?
At this mont, Conrad Sterling was like a large dog, forcefully hugging Anna Thornton, seeking comfort from her.
Even if all he got was: "Conrad Sterling, get off!"
"Sterling! Did you hear ?"
"Did you not go to a hotel with Rainie Hawthorne?"
Conrad Sterling could still endure the first few sentences, but when she ntioned Rainie Hawthorne...
Especially when she ntioned him going to a hotel with Rainie, Anna Thornton spoke with a completely indifferent tone, like she was waiting to see so drama.
A dull pain struck Conrad Sterling’s chest, and he bit onto the woman’s delicate earlobe, punishingly giving it a nibble.
"Hiss..."
Anna Thornton shrank her neck and struggled, but was pressed down by Conrad Sterling, being held even tighter.
"Don’t get too close to Finn Grant!" he whispered in her ear.
"Are you threatening ?"
Is it a threat? No!
Conrad Sterling knew very well in his heart that he could only beg in front of Anna Thornton, right?
She was not particularly willing to interact with him, always relying on President Sterling himself to climb through windows and doors, sticking around.
If he didn’t strive earnestly, this woman would have long left him with their two children, untethered.
Anna Thornton was soone who lived freely like the wind and was unwilling to compromise herself.
If Conrad Sterling truly forced her, she would definitely turn away without hesitation.
Even if Conrad Sterling had made a will, offering all his wealth to entice her, who knows how long he could bind her.
Conrad Sterling was genuinely panicked!
A Smith, who shared a past with Anna Thornton, made Conrad Sterling apprehensive!
And then there’s Finn Grant...
Initially, President Sterling had never paid much attention to people like Finn.
But Finn Grant, for Anna Thornton, entered a film crew to shoot a drama, with great zeal.
After spending ti together in the film crew, their relationship grew closer, and perhaps Anna herself hadn’t realized it yet.
But Conrad Sterling saw it clearly, especially tonight when he saw them laughing and chatting like like-minded friends, it made him furious enough to want to hit soone.
Indeed, Conrad Sterling was jealous of Finn Grant!
Finn Grant could set aside his work to open a second career for Anna Thornton, but Conrad Sterling couldn’t!
It’s not that he couldn’t let go of work; Conrad Sterling could give her his entire wealth and take care of the children. What’s a company compared to that?
But not now... at least not now! He still had unfinished business!
The four major families had only targeted the Hawthorne Family so far, and only halfway.
Conrad Sterling couldn’t let his years of painstaking efforts co to nothing.
So he was destined, for the ti being, not to be able to devote all his thoughts to his beloved woman, unintentionally giving those n outside the illusion that they still had a chance!
"Anna, can we make up?"
"..."
"What compensation do you want so that you won’t be mad at anymore?" Conrad Sterling’s tone, rare for him, carried a hint of flattery.
Anna Thornton didn’t hold back either, responding in a muffled voice, "Alright! Let my dad co back to life, and I won’t be mad anymore."
Conrad Sterling’s jealousy of Finn Grant also lay in the absence of barriers between him and Anna.
He could offer this woman any compensation, except for her one request, which he couldn’t fulfill.
Whether it was guilt or sothing else, after she ntioned Dad Thornton, Conrad Sterling stopped holding her tightly.
Hit with an anti-harassnt elbow, the man grunted in the dark, and obediently rolled off the bed himself.
He was in a bad mood tonight and didn’t want to sleep alone.
Even if it ant sleeping on the floor, he just wanted to be with Anna.
The next day—
Taking advantage of free ti in the morning, Anna Thornton and Jade Sterling sat together chatting.
"Aunt Murray, do you know the na rcy?"
It was already sumr, but Jade Sterling’s body was still very weak.
Weak to the point of wearing thick, double layers of clothing at ho, wrapped in blankets. When she heard Anna ntion the na, she instinctively quivered.
"Cough cough... Where did you hear that?"
Anna Thornton roughly explained the events that happened at the Hawthorne Family yesterday to Aunt Murray.
After listening, Aunt Murray’s cloudy eyes seed to clear a bit, like it triggered so distant mory, her gaze fixed on the lawn through the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Anna, cough cough... Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Huh?"
"Keep an eye on Conrad for , don’t let him... cough cough, do sothing he’ll regret!"
So, was the haunting at the Hawthorne Family last night really related to Conrad Sterling?
Anna Thornton had said that while she was scared, she didn’t believe in ghost stories.
Even if there were ghosts, don’t they usually prefer to co out when it’s quiet and lonely at night to scare people?
Yesterday, the Hawthorne Family had people everywhere, staging such an act seed too suspicious.
But why exactly would Conrad Sterling do such a thing?
Surely not just for a childish scare?
However, this childishness continued in the following days.
There were nightly hauntings at the Hawthorne Family, causing everyone to be on edge.
Especially Miles Hawthorne and Marvin Hawthorne, the two brothers were on the verge of losing it.
One was obsessing over using Spirit Communication Techniques, even setting up rituals at the Hawthorne Residence entrance.
The other, still feverish after drowning, joined in the madness.
"Miles, how’s it going?"
Marvin Hawthorne’s face was pale, his lips dry and peeling, unable to spare a mont to drink so water to moisten them.
He watched as Miles Hawthorne, holding a Peach Wood Sword, recited so unintelligible spell, occasionally spraying wine and scattering rice...
"Can you sense rcy’s soul? Has she really returned?" Marvin Hawthorne couldn’t help but ask again, instinctively picking at his fingernails, staring intently.
In these twenty-plus years, Marvin Hawthorne probably rarely devoted himself to sothing with such focus.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before their table with incense burners was overturned.
Rainie Hawthorne directly smashed all those strange items!
"Rainie, what are you doing?" Miles Hawthorne tried to stop Rainie, "Your dad and I were negotiating with a ghost ssenger from the Underworld using Spirit Communication Techniques, asking if rcy’s soul has yet to reincarnate. Otherwise, why would she suddenly appear after all these years? Does she have sothing she needs..."
Rainie Hawthorne ignored Miles Hawthorne’s nonsense; she simply looked at her father and said, "Dad, it’s fine if Uncle is confused, why are you following him in this folly?"
"Rainie, this is an adult matter, don’t interfere."
"Adult matter? Do you really know what you’re doing? The charity gala I ticulously organized to save the Hawthorne Family has been ruined by your ghostly antics!"
ntioning that, Marvin Hawthorne looked a bit apologetic.
He soothingly patted Rainie’s hand, bent over to pick up the incense burner on the ground, grabbing ash hand over hand into it. He didn’t bother to wash hands as he spoke to Miles Hawthorne, "Second Brother, you said you saw rcy at the pool that day. Shall we try once more by the lake on the back hill? Perhaps rcy’s soul likes to linger near water!"
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