Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right: Bab 1691 - Bab 1700

"I've told you a million times," Enoch said. "Nothing in this world comes free. As a businessman, you know the drill. You want something. You pay for it."He looked down and continued, "Although I don't like you, my blood is in your veins. You want Erica? Then you do what I say."He stood up and walked over, clapping his hand down on Randy's shoulder. "You've grown up, my boy. You should carry the Osborne name proudly. I know you've got it in you. Together, we can build an empire. No more bowing to the other three families. No more kissing the Houstons' asses. We won't be the weak link anymore. You get me?"For once, he softened, almost fatherly. But to Randy, it felt fake as hell.If he were a loving father, Enoch wouldn't have ignored him for 20 years."You never held me or owned me," Randy said. "I don't need your approval or your empire now."He shoved Enoch's hand off and stepped forward, pressing the knife to Enoch's neck. Then he ducked behind Enoch, dodging Michael's line

The Potter Mansion was silent.Everyone looked at Marion on the couch.Debra squeezed his hand. "Jordan's guys are on it. Randy will be fine. Don't worry too much."Randy and Erica had been missing for 24 hours without any information.The valley's outer edge was crawling with hired guns, likely to keep them out.Even knowing Enoch ran the Illuminati didn't help. They had no leverage.A guard rushed in. "Report, Mr. Osborne...""Where is he?" Marion shot up from the couch."He's outside... on a stretcher," replied the guard.They rushed outside. Beyond the iron gate, Randy lay on a stretcher, pale as death. His gut was bandaged, blood soaking through."Randy!" Debra yelled at the guards, "What are you waiting for? Get him inside.""Yes, ma'am." A few guards hauled him in."Don't sweat it. Just a flesh wound," Jordan said, waving over William. "Hurry. Check on him."William raced down from the second floor, med kit in hand. "Coming. Where is the patient?"He sped over and

Debra listened, but something still nagged at her.Jordan noticed her frown. "You got a hunch?""Not really a hunch." Debra glanced at Randy on the bed. "We checked the Osborne Mansion's footage and saw Enoch loading a sack into his trunk, but we never saw Erica in it."Everyone froze, and she continued, "Juan wouldn't drop hints for no reason. He told us to bail, knowing it was a trap. Think about it. If the Illuminati nabbed Erica, why not hit us up right away or leave a note to demand the gemstone? Rather, Randy figured that out, and we went to them. It doesn't make sense, right?"She knew how badly the Illuminati wanted that gemstone. If they had Erica, they wouldn't sit on their hands.Everything had happened so suddenly, and Randy's crash had thrown her off. She hadn't had time to think it through.When she calmed down and analyzed the situation, the Illuminati's moves didn't add up."You're right," Randy said, replaying his run-in with Enoch.Given his temper, Enoch woul

Yvette gazed at Jordan with a soft, loving look, like she saw someone else through him."Mrs. Osborne?" Debra called out.Yvette snapped her out of it, turning back to Debra and Marion. "Sorry, I zoned out. Sit here. I'll grab some snacks."She headed to the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge.Debra glanced at Jordan, her mind snagging on Yvette's half-said word. This wasn't the first time Yvette had mistaken Marion for someone else."I'm thrilled to have you guys here today," Yvette said, setting out the snacks.Then she slid a gingerbread cookie in front of Jordan.Debra stared at the kid-friendly treat, thrown off."You never liked sweets as a kid," Yvette said, holding Marion's hand. "So, I kept some unsweetened stuff just for you."Marion eyed the plain shortbread on his plate. Jordan jumped in, "Aunt Yvette, you got it mixed up. I'm the shortbread guy.""Oh, you," Yvette laughed. "I know what you like. Didn't you always love my homemade tacos?"She turned to Debra. "I

Debra whipped around at the sound.The maid jumped a little. "Mrs. Houston, what are you doing up here?""I-I'm looking for something Erica left behind," Debra replied."Miss Mathis's stuff?" The maid was puzzled. "I don't think she left anything.""How do you know that?""Well, she didn't stay long that night. I checked the room afterward while cleaning. Nothing was left behind.""You were there that night?""Yeah, I was on duty. The next morning, I saw her room looked untouched, so I just checked a bit. Nothing was left behind. Did you mix something up?""Do you know when she left?""Mr. Randy Osborne asked me the same thing the next day. Honestly, I didn't notice. It wasn't until morning, when he told me to bring her breakfast, that I realized she was gone.""So, you only found out she was missing the next day?"The maid nodded, but Debra frowned."Is Miss Mathis okay? Mr. Randy Osborne seemed pretty worked up that day.""She's fine. We found her. Well, did Mr. Enoch Os