Semua Bab Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle: Bab 11 - Bab 20

He reloaded his gun and aimed. “You heard me.” Then he fired again. He hit the two front tires of the SUV, and slowly, it rolled to a stop.“That's what I'm talking about! Eat shit motherfuckers!!” Dale cheered. Then he patted Bran on the shoulder—harder than necessary. “That was insane, man. I swear I was in ‘fast and furious’ just now!”Bran smiled.Tyson exhaled, eyes lingering for a bit longer before he shifted his gaze back to the road. Bran took another sharp turn, and they cut into a seemingly quiet road. For a moment, silence except for their ragged breathing. Lyra felt like her chest was going to explode from all the adrenaline rush. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes dancing with fear. Her phone beeped with a message from Daphne—asking how and where she was, and letting her know that she, Daphne, was fine and that the men left the club a while ago.Lyra typed a reply and finally relaxed. “Oh, thank goodness!” She exhaled. “What the hell was that?”She turned to face a

The imposing glass door of Helixion energy stood before Lyra. Tyson had suggested rest to her, but she didn't need that. She needed something to keep her mind from drifting to last night. The danger. The adrenaline. Him. Daphne was worried all night when Lyra told her that she was at Tyson's. She'd checked in a million times, asking her if Tyson was being a pervert and even insisted that they have lunch later today—to her all about last night.Lyra huffed. As if there was anything to talk about.*Drink wine from your mouth, and do all the other weird shit that couples do. But it won't be weird to me—because it's you. And you don't get to leave. Forever.*Eww… Why would he even say something that cringe? She pinched the bridge of her nose but her lips curled into a small smile.“You okay?” Tyson asked beside her. Lyra immediately fixed her face and straightened. “Yeah, I'm good. Let's go.”And so they walked into Helixion energy. Inside, eyes moved to her, drinking her in, picking h

Silence. Everyone's eyes were glued to the monitor. And on the screen, the jagged, chaotic waveforms instantly flattened into a perfect, steady line.The alarms stopped. The amber lights turned green.“Impossible,” Ethan breathed, lips still parted slightly from shock. When he saw Lyra’s eyes on him, he closed his mouth and straightened. “One hell of a lucky guess.”“Then you should've guessed too. Or were you afraid you'd be wrong?”Ethan just cleared his throat but didn't say anything.“Wow, you're such a genius, ma'am!” Heather, a blonde-haired employee, beamed.Miller's eyes were still on the screen. “How—” "Next time, check the environment before you blame the software.” Lyra brushed off invisible dust from her clothes. “Saves you from sounding dumb and sexist.”Miller lowered his head in embarrassment and gritted his teeth. But Lyra continued, turning to face Ethan. "Replace the sensor cables with double-shielded copper by the end of the day.”“Yes… ma'am.”Lyra turned and sa

Earlier, Daphne had called to take a raincheck on lunch. Lyra chuckled. “Holdup…What happened to ‘hey, how are you?’ Is that how to greet your bestie?” Daphne snorted. “You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?” Lyra asked, her smile deepening as she shut her laptop and put it away. “Figured you weren't able to talk well yesterday… Since you know, you spent the night at his place.” Daphne took off her jewelry in front of the mirror. “I’m tired but you'll find me at your door if that's what it takes to get the tea out of you.” “No, no.” Lyra said—too quickly. “There's no need for that, you need to rest.” “Wait—” Daphne narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Are you at his place?” Lyra choked on her cheetos and coughed, eyes watering as she sat up. “His place?? Why would I come back here—there? I'd rather sleep in the forest.” ‘Okay, maybe the last part wasn't necessary,’ she thought. “Heyyy…relax. Just teasing you.” Daphne sank into her dressing chair. She placed her phone on

“A-asked?” Lyra swallowed and moved back on instinct. Her body was on fire. “Asked what?”Tyson's lips twitched slightly when he noticed her flustered look. He closed the space between them, breath tickling her ear. “You're asking the wrong question.”“Am I?”His gaze pinned her in place. “There are better things you could be asking me.”Lyra rubbed her sweaty palms against the plain black shirt she was wearing, her eyes holding Tyson’s for a second too long. Then she stepped away quickly. Too quickly. She moved to the sofa and grabbed her laptop like it was armor. “I've been going through proposals for the summit, I'll have something to show you soon,” she said, eyes on the laptop. “Uh, I also want to discuss something with you.” “What's that? Want to use them for your next workout routine?”She looked up briefly. “Huh??” Her face turned red when she realized his meaning. Lyra pressed her lips together, trying to regain control. “It's about the office. I don't know why exactly you