Semua Bab Doting on the Greenhorn: Bab 321 - Bab 330

"And here I am, waiting for the court to be in session. I'm just too stupid."It was impossible for Selena to only be released today. Heather thought she had already exacted vengeance for Lucy, but the truth was that Selena had been living a carefree life outside.Heather could only keep on rambling.Tyrone looked at Heather, his expression becoming darker as he suddenly extended his hand and removed her seat belt. He then held her tightly in his arms."Don't think about it anymore, Heather. I'm ordering you not to think about any of this," Tyrone said. He was also trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.Tyrone held Heather so tightly in his arms to the point it hurt her."You're worried that I'll lock myself in again?" Heather asked. Tyrone let go of her. Heather's lips curled into a giant smile. She said in a gentle but firm tone, "Don't worry. I won't lock myself in anymore because of them. That will just make it easy for Selena."I want to avenge Lucy, Tyrone. If Se

Heather didn't have much of an appetite, however. But when she saw that Cynthia wanted to say something, she asked, "Is there something you want to say, Cynthia?"Cynthia smiled and said, "It's nothing much. I heard that you and Mr. Tyrone were talking about Mr. William, and I suddenly remembered he was going to have his birthday in two days.""Birthday?" Heather asked."Ms. Winnie placed a lot of importance on his birthday. Every year during this time, she would spend a lot of effort and time to prepare for it. She would always get some people from the Elkin family to help her. That is why we all know about it."I even heard from Ms. Winnie herself that Mr. William is going to get promoted this year, so she wanted to make it even more grand. I suddenly remembered about it and believed I should mention it."Even more grand…An idea suddenly flashed through Heather's mind, and she gave Cynthia a meaningful look."You want to ruin his birthday party?" Tyrone asked as he looked at

William was a shrewd and meticulous man. To uncover any dirt on him, it had to be done discreetly. Heather carried a tiny hidden camera in her bag for this sole purpose. Her visit to the Huntington residence was to place the camera where it could monitor William. "Janine, what brings you here?" Winnie asked as she approached, arm-in-arm with William. She wore a smile on her face as she greeted Janine. However, her gaze was cold and wary as she scrutinized Heather. Heather calmly pretended not to notice the scrutiny, standing there with quiet dignity. It was her first time meeting William in person. Though nearing fifty years old, he looked younger, with a handsome face and an air of sophistication and authority. It was clear why Winnie had been so enamored with him in their younger years. "Hey, William, Winnie. Tyrone is busy today, so I'm here on his behalf to wish William a happy birthday. This is a gift from us. I hope you'll like it," Janine said with a bright smile as

"It's me! Someone's outside. Don't make a sound," Craig whispered, his hand covering Heather's lips as his eyes fixed intently on hers. He was wearing a white suit, and his once warm, handsome face now appeared thinner. The kindness he usually radiated had been replaced with a cold, distant demeanor. Heather froze, wondering why he was there. They were so close that their breaths mingled. Craig's hand covered most of her face. Heather frowned slightly, instinctively raising her hand to push him away. Just then, footsteps and voices sounded outside the door, making Heather pause. After a few moments, the voices drifted past the door and faded into the distance. "You can let go now," Heather said, her lips brushing against Craig's palm. He felt the tickle and the softness of her skin against his hand. He looked down, meeting her gaze. Her gaze was calm and indifferent, as if he were nothing more than a stranger, someone with no connection to her. Craig wondered if they tr

Tyrone sat there in a dark suit, his shirt buttoned up and his tie perfectly knotted. His chiseled features radiated an air of aloofness, and his eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss. As Heather approached, her previously restrained emotions began to soften. "Why are you here... Ouch!" "Watch out, Ms. Sutton!" Just as Heather neared the couch, she stumbled and fell toward it. In an instant, Tyrone's strong arms caught her, pulling her into his embrace as they both landed on the couch. Heather's forehead bumped against his shoulder, and she heard him grunt softly. Rubbing her forehead, she pushed herself up. "Tyrone, your chest is so hard," she cried out. "Are you blaming me for your clumsiness? Can't you walk properly at your age?" Tyrone's voice was dismissive, yet his hand was gently rubbing her forehead. His stern expression softened slightly as he added, "You were foolish to begin with, and now you're just more so after this fall." "You're the fool!" Heather mutt