Dylan Finch quickly gathered all the information on Owen Sterling.
He imdiately called Walker Grant.
"Mr. Grant, sothing’s off with this Owen Sterling. He’s been hired by several companies, but he always resigns in less than three months. My investigation shows that Madam Grant’s people have been targeting him, forcing him to jump from job to job. They then contacted him in private. Recently, three million was suddenly transferred into his account. He’s spent the last few days in bars, and tonight, he t with your wife."
Upon hearing this, Walker Grant’s expression instantly darkened. "Where are they now?"
"The Traveler’s Feast," Dylan Finch replied.
Walker Grant shot to his feet and headed straight for the door.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Noah Grant asked. He was sitting by the hospital bed.
Walker Grant said softly, "I have sothing urgent to take care of. You stay here and be good."
But Noah Grant looked at him with pleading eyes. "Uncle, I’ll be scared if you leave. Please don’t go, okay?"
Walker Grant replied, "The bodyguards are right outside, and Grandma will be back soon. You’re a big boy. You have to be brave. Be good."
He patted Noah Grant’s head, then turned and strode away.
Noah Grant sat by the bed. He turned to look at Sunny Reed, who was still unconscious, then curled up and lay down beside her.
"Mommy..."
...
The two of them clinked glasses and drank.
Chloe Reed started coughing as if she had choked. She quickly grabbed a few tissues and covered her mouth.
"Sorry about that. I’m not much of a drinker," she said embarrassedly, her face slightly flushed from coughing.
Owen Sterling shook his head. "It’s fine. I’m actually really happy that you’re still willing to help after everything I’ve been through."
Chloe Reed replied, "You were fired because of , which is why you went through all that. I should make it up to you."
She paused, her clear eyes fixed on him. "Life is full of second chances. This setback is just temporary. Once you’ve gotten yourself together, you can co back and start fresh. Things will only get better from there."
Her words carried a deeper aning.
Owen Sterling nodded. "You’re right. Things will only get better."
Then, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Chloe Reed offered a small smile and picked up her chopsticks as well. "The food here really is good. You should try a bit of everything."
After a few more words, she pressed her temples.
Owen Sterling looked at her. "What’s wrong?"
"I’m not sure why, but I’m a little dizzy." Chloe Reed put down her chopsticks and closed her eyes, as if to ease the discomfort.
Owen Sterling watched her impassively. "I guess you really can’t hold your liquor. Just one drink and you’re already dizzy."
"Yeah, I have a very low tolerance," Chloe Reed responded, but her voice grew fainter and weaker.
Finally, she slumped forward onto the table. "I’m so dizzy... I just need to rest for a minute."
Owen Sterling didn’t speak, his gaze on her growing increasingly resentful and dark.
"Chloe Reed?"
After waiting a mont, he called her na.
When she didn’t respond, he exhaled sharply, then stood up and walked over. He pulled her to her feet and led her out.
The restaurant had private rooms for guests to rest in. He supported Chloe Reed into one and laid her on the sofa.
Looking down at her unconscious form, he started taking off his clothes.
"This is all your fault. If it weren’t for you, I’d never have ended up like this! I had a bright future, and you ruined everything for !" he said, his voice full of resentnt.
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