Evelyn’s POV
I watched as Leon’s face turned feverishly red from whatever drug his grandfather had slipped us. He leaned heavily against the wall, clearly fighting the heat crashing through his body. Every muscle in his face was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to maintain control.
"Grandfather, why would you do this?" Leon asked, his voice rough.
Silas responded imdiately, his voice carrying the fake concern of a manipulator. "Leon, I only did what was best for you."
Leon gave a bitter, broken smile. Best for him? Drugging the girl he liked and throwing her into his bed? So grandfather.
"You knew how I felt about her," Leon said, that weak smile still on his lips. "Yet you pushed us both toward sothing unforgivable."
The irony was twisted. Leon had just handled Randy, that absolute piece of filth. Randy had tried to force himself on , and now, thanks to his grandfather, Leon was nearly becoming a monster just like him. But unlike Randy, Leon had stopped himself.
It hit then. Any chance of us ever getting back together was dead. Who would choose a man whose family drugged to force us together? Even if Leon didn’t know, he was still connected to the source of my violation.
When Leon admitted his feelings for again, I felt a complicated mix of pity and guilt.
We had broken up years ago. Leon was great—successful, smart, and kind. But I had moved on. I never felt that spark or pull toward him anymore. I kept my distance because I didn’t want to give him false hope.
I didn’t realize his feelings had lasted so long...
The way Leon spoke about his feelings was honest and dignified. He sounded almost proud, like loving was a good thing, not sothing to be ashad of.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Calvin’s body tense up. He turned to look at , trying to see how I reacted.
My reaction must have cald him down—I was confused, sure, but I wasn’t attracted to Leon. I could feel Calvin relax when he realized I wasn’t interested.
Leon stared at his grandfather. "Grandfather, do I really share your blood?" Every word was heavy with disappointnt.
Silas looked shocked. "Leon, you are the Alpha of our pack, the only heir. Why would I ever harm you?"
Then I slled blood. I looked at Leon’s hand. The one not touching the wall was dripping blood onto the floor.
He was hurting himself to stay awake. It was horrifying.
Silas didn’t even notice. He just got angry at Leon for embarrassing him.
"Leon, are you questioning ?" His gaze was cold and dangerous. He stepped closer to Leon.
"I only have you. You have disappointed ."
I watched them with disgust. Just another stubborn old man using "love" as an excuse to hurt people.
I looked at Leon. I wondered if he would listen to his grandfather out of stupid loyalty. Thankfully, he didn’t.
Leon seed to be thinking. His clothes were wet with sweat, and his face was red from the drug and his anger.
"But Grandfather, you destroyed my happiness with your own hands," he said calmly. "Is that what you call ’not harming ’?"
Love should never be a reason to hurt soone.
He apologized to again. Then, he took a deep breath, fighting through the pain, and said: "As the Alpha of the Brownfur Pack and CEO of Robinson Capital, I am giving Ms. Evelyn Blackwell ten percent of the company’s shares."
Silas scread in rage. "You are crazy!"
"Yes," Leon said simply. "I am."
He couldn’t take it anymore. I watched as his legs gave out. He turned and stumbled down the hallway, clutching his bleeding hand, trying to get away from us before he completely lost control.
The hallway was silent for a mont, except for Silas’s heavy breathing.
I looked straight at Silas. I ignored his anger and said, "You lost your grandson. Again."
Silas was so angry he couldn’t speak.
I didn’t stay to watch the fallout. As we left the house, I knew Silas wouldn’t change. Old people like him don’t change just because soone yelled at them.
Silas Robinson was the worst of them all.
Still, I was happy with Leon’s decision. Robinson Capital was huge. Those shares were worth billions. Why wouldn’t I be happy about that?
My driver was waiting outside. I touched the car door handle, but then a cold voice spoke behind .
"Wait," Calvin said.
I turned around. "What?"
"If you want to deal with Silas, I can help you," he said seriously.
I humiliated the old man today, but Calvin knew Silas was dangerous. He was worried about .
"No need," I said.
I liked revenge, but I wasn’t stupid.
Different people need different thods. Silas Robinson cared about his reputation more than anything. Being humiliated by his grandson and losing ten percent of his company was already a nightmare for him. He was probably in his room right now, regretting everything.
I said what I needed to say, and I got paid. I was done with this.
Unless he tried to ss with again. Then, I wouldn’t be nice.
I opened the car door to leave, but Calvin spoke again.
"Let drive you ho."
The wind blew my hair as I looked at him. "I thought I made myself clear at the airport," I said coldly.
"We are just co-parents. Nothing else." I paused.
"Calvin, have so pride," I said. "Stop acting like this. It doesn’t suit you."
I got into the car and closed the door.
The black Bentley drove away. I saw Calvin standing alone in the dark. Beta Zeon was behind him, probably shaking his head.
It was a total failure for him.
In the car, my phone rang. I listened to the call, and my breathing changed.
"Take to the Evelink Biosciences," I told the driver imdiately. My mind was already racing.
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