GoodNovelChapter 1052
Holy cow?! We're really doing this?! Alright then, | guess Connor's the king of jealousy. Flora felt a mix of
amusement and exasperation as she turned over, and Connor's hand, which had been resting comfortably on
her waist, slipped to her stomach. She eyed him playfully, "Connor, are you trying to tellsomething? Like,
maybe you wantto whip up sclothes for you?"
Connor just pursed his lips and stayed quiet. That silence spoke volumes.
Flora couldn't resist teasing him, "But you know, designing clothes is a lot of work, and I'm feeling too lazy for
that. Plus, you've got your own team of fancy designers."
"Oh." Connor's lips thinned further, and she caught a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. Flora gently grasped
his hand on her stomach.
"However" she paused with a mischievous glint, and as expected, Connor's attention snapped back to her. Her
lips curled into a cheeky smile as she guided his hand upwards, "But if you treatextra special... | might just
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtconsider it." Treat her right, huh? How exactly?
Connor's Adam's apple bobbed, his dark eyes deepening like ink, carrying a warmth that could pull anyone in...
In a run-down apartment, things were getting heated.
"Damn it, why hasn't Cecelia sent us the money yet?!" Liam ranted, his yellowed teeth spitting out his
frustration.
Cecelia had apparently grown a backbone, actually holding back their cash. Hours had passed with no word!
"She's probably busy. She'll send it soon... Once she does, we can pay off Bruce. You need to stop gambling. Our
son's got school, and we still owe tuition for this semester..." Peyton said, huddled over, her voice trembling.
Liam smacked her: "Who said you get to lecture me? Looking for trouble, are you?"
Peyton, all too used to the abuse, just looked at him with fear.
Liam's anger only grew, "We've taken care of Cecelia for years. Asking for smoney isn't
much. She better fork it
or she'll regret it."
"I hear her boss is real nice to her, right? If she doesn't pay up, I'll have a chat with her boss, Henrik. If he's
sweet on my daughter, he should cough up scash."
"Cecelia's getting prettier every day, no wonder a big shot like Henrik's interested, Liam mused, a nasty thought
crossing his mind, "If it
weren't for you, I'd have gotten
way with her by now, and now sother guy's got her-"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Suddenly, the door was hammered with urgency!
Liam's bravado vanished, replaced by cowardice as he kicked Peyton, "Go see who it is!"
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Peyton peeked through the peephole and went pale, "It's Bruce, he's here for the money!"
Liam's face fell and his body trembled like a leaf.
"Open the damn door, or I'll bust it down!" Bruce's rough voice boomed.
The flimsy door was no match for Bruce's threat. Realizing they couldn't avoid this, Liam shoved Peyton forward,
"Open it."
Peyton obediently opened the door.
Bruce and his crew barged in, bats in hand, their towering, tattooed figures casting an intimidating presence.
Liam immediately dropped to his knees, pleading, "Bruce, please givejust two more days. My daughter will
send the money soon. | can pay you back then." Peyton quickly followed suit, her frail body quaking with fear.
But Bruce paid them no mind, stepping aside with his crew. Then, standing at the doorway, was someone who
commanded respect even from Bruce: "Henrik."
At that name, a man in a sleek black suit, Henrik, entered. Usually calm and composed, his sharp features were
now overshadowed by a cold, stern expression.
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