Semua Bab The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: Bab 411 - Bab 420

Soren hugged me and gently patted my back, trying to comfort me into sleep.Grogginess clouded my mind. Was it pure exhaustion or just the alcohol? I had no idea. But at least I was quiet now.When I finally started to stir, I felt lights flashing and ducking away from me. I lifted my head and realized Soren was carrying me in a bridal hold, my head resting on his shoulder.His profile was breathtaking—seriously the most handsome thing I'd ever seen.His jaw? Chiseled.His Adam's apple? Sharp.His ears? Sculpted.I couldn't help but giggle."You're up already? What's so funny?" he asked, glancing down at me."I must be dreaming," I muttered, brushing my cheek against his shoulder."You're sleep talking?""Oh, I must be. Every time I drink too much, all I dream of is you. And the things I want to do to you… If only I could do them in real life…"Soren's heartbeat sped up. I could hear it thudding against his chest."What do you want to do to me?" he asked."I want you insi

The house was so vast it made me feel small and isolated. A sense of unease crept in, and before long, I felt a surge of fear.Thankfully, they soon sent Bullet with a delicious dinner. "Mr. Kenway wanted you to have this without him.""Alright. Thank you."I returned to the dining room and sat down to eat with Bullet.There was still much to do. I had things from last year to settle, plans for the future to make—just a lot of tasks ahead.I quickly finished my meal, booted up my laptop, and got to work.While the flight had been long, I'd had Soren's company and the comfort of first-class seating. It had actually been quite relaxing. I'd also managed to nap on the way to the villa, so despite the late hour, I was still alert. Jetlag and the nap had worked wonders.-It was past 1:00 a.m., and still, there was no sign of Soren.Anxiety began to set in. Was something wrong at the Kenways'?I washed up and lay down on the bed, grabbing a random book to distract myself.By 2:00

Cameron ranted on and on, delivering a tirade I didn't even want to hear. I pulled the phone away from my ear as her voice continued, relentless and grating.I only brought the phone back to my ear once I sensed she was finally done."The Kennedys are a crime family. They should be prosecuted for their offenses—whoever initiated this investigation did the right thing," I said. "As for Harry… Well, if he colluded with the Kennedys in any of these crimes, he should be brought to justice as well."What baffles me about you people is your ridiculous tendency to spin lies. The real criminals, the ones who should be condemned, somehow get framed as innocent, while the actual victims and righteous agents are treated like criminals. You're all insane, do you know that?""Oh, you're giving me a lecture now because you've got a powerful backer! You want to ruin our lives and take down the Kennedys too! You bitch!" Cameron barked. "God will punish you for your sins!"I'd heard it all before,

"Tay. Were you mad?" Soren asked.I sighed and nodded. "Okay, maybe a little. I just didn't expect you to act so juvenile."He looked hurt. "Do you only like me because of my prestige and role?""No. You were already prestigious when I met you. But if you give that up for me, I don't know how to handle it."He lowered his gaze. "I see."That's what he said, but I doubted he meant it. He wasn't the type to change his mind easily."Well, I have to go now," I said softly, dragging my suitcase."I'll escort you.""No. You should be working on your stuff," I declined.To avoid any misunderstanding, I added, "Hey, I'm not mad, okay? And we're not breaking up. I just want our relationship to stay separate from our careers. We don't need to hold one hostage for the other."He pressed his lips together. "You're so composed that it's hard to believe you really love me."I smiled. "I love you. No doubt about that. But we can't let ourselves fall so madly in love that we destroy ourselv

I laughed scornfully as the memory of the drone performance on New Year's Day resurfaced."Hey, I can't make you believe me if you don't want to. Everyone else has already accepted the truth, and I know I haven't done anything wrong," I said.She was about to argue more when my phone rang."Hello? Yeah. Unit 803. She's still here," I answered.Sally's face drained of color. "You called the cops on me?!""You barged into someone's house uninvited, so yeah," I shot back.Just then, a few officers arrived.I exchanged a look with my grandmother, who immediately understood what needed to be done. She clutched her chest, her face contorted in pain."Sirs… Please! This woman intruded into my grandmother's house and caused her to have a heart attack!" I cried out, pointing at Sally."What?! She's faking it! She is faking it!" Sally shrieked."Do you live here, ma'am?" one of the officers asked."No, but I'm here on business! Listen, this woman is Taylor Jones! She's been slandering