All Chapters of The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I gulped, stepped forward slightly, and rolled up my right sleeve.The wound stood out—red and raw against my fair skin.As the fabric brushed over it, a tingling sensation spread across the fraying edges, and I winced at the understated pain. It felt like ants were gnawing at me.Soren's expression darkened. "That's a long gash. Did you treat it?""It's not bleeding anymore, right? So it's fine!"He didn't look convinced. Taking my hand, he pulled me closer to inspect the wound. "Did you use antiseptic?""Immediately after it happened!" I replied."Did you get a tetanus shot?""What?!" My hand trembled at the question, and I yanked it away.There was no way I would let him drag me to the hospital for that. "No, it's fine! The cut was shallow, and my scissors weren't rusted! The chances of tetanus infection are low!"He suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto mine. "You're afraid of needles, aren't you?"I hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod. "Y-Yes…"His voice so

I felt warm and fuzzy. "I will!"I couldn't help but listen to Soren, letting go of my usual attempts to act like a tough girlboss.I watched as the Audi drove away, the bag still hanging from my fingers. His smile, his words… they circled in my mind."Soren Kenway, just what do you think you are doing? Are you really trying to repay me, or is that just a cover for something more—something beyond friendship?"I couldn't tell, not at all. And I couldn't ask him directly.First, we were from two different worlds, our statuses too far apart. Second, I wasn't divorced from Edward yet, so starting a new relationship was out of the question. Not even close.-It was Maddison's funeral. I had ordered ten expensive wreaths and had them delivered to the venue before I even arrived.The event was set to begin at 8:30 a.m., and the wreaths had already arrived before I did. I entered the main hall and saw Maddison's photo, somber music playing in the background.I actually felt a little

The hall fell silent except for the somber funeral music. Everything felt unsettling.I studied him quietly, even smiling a little. So there it was—a wonderful show.The diamond ring dazzled under the memorial hall's lights. I narrowed my eyes."I didn't know you were such a natural performer," I finally remarked."No, it's not a performance. I mean this from the bottom of my heart." He looked up to meet my eyes. "Please forgive me… and be my wife."The crowd remained silent until, suddenly, someone called out from a corner, "Say yes! He's not a bad guy! You know that, right?"Another voice quickly followed. "To err is human, to forgive, divine! Give him another chance!""It's hard to find a good husband when you're pushing 30, Taylor! Even harder to find a good man from a good family!""You might regret saying no this time!"I laughed at the absurdity of their remarks. "Aww, if you like him so much, please, marry this poor man yourselves!"The comments died down instantly.

My grandmother sounded so worried that it stunned me. "What? I'm fine though!""Well, that Cameron broad used Harry's number to shout at me about being terrible at parenting! Said my daughter and granddaughter were both taught to be the b-word, then claimed you caused a ruckus at Maddison's funeral—then she cursed all of us!"I frowned. "Ignore her, Grandma. She's basically a rabid dog at this point. There's no point in talking sense to her.""I ain't ignoring that broad any longer! I shouted right back at her! I had so many things I wanted to say to her face, so bless her heart for giving me the chance to give her a piece of my mind!"That was a relief. "That's good to hear, Granny! Atta girl! But you need to remember to take care of your health, alright?""Don't worry, sweetie. I'm doing perky." Then, more worriedly, she added, "What on God's Earth is going on between you and that Kennedy boy? I heard he somehow asked for your hand in marriage at the funeral!""He did. But it's

I was dumbfounded. "Didn't you tell me to wait a little longer?"Before the agent could respond, a low, gentle voice called out from outside, "Hey, Taylor."Oh my God. Soren?!"W-Why are you here?"He beckoned to me. "Over here."Overjoyed, I hurried toward him, grinning like an idiot.As he led me out of the section and through the IRS office, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Before long, the head of the IRS came rushing toward us."Mr. Kenway! Good afternoon! You should have informed us you were coming—we would have welcomed you right at the entrance," he said.Soren offered a faint smile and replied, "I didn't want to trouble the department. This isn't official business. I'm just here to get someone and will be leaving soon.""Will you stay for a chat?""No, thanks. I need to be elsewhere.""Alright. Safe journey, Mr. Kenway. I'll visit you next time," the head said deferentially.I had been silent the whole time, my eyes fixed on the hand he had placed on my shoulder.