《He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Chapter 32 "NovaVest is now ours. It was a cake walk, Brandon." Suzanne announced as she revealed the news while sitting with Brandon Ashford in her massive living room. They had just popped a bottle of champagne, and Jessica was joining them with a tray of wine glasses. Brandon gave a powerful punch into the air, his face radiating equal excitement. "I knew it was going to be a cake walk with the connections around, Suzanne. I told you it wasn't going to be hard to convince them since things aren't going so well for Hawthorne enterprises." He replied. "But... for someone who just got herself such a deal, you don't look the part," Jessica observed as she passed Suzanne one of the glasses. Suzanne looked at them and scoffed. She poured herself a drink, and crossed her legs before sipping slowly. Brandon let his gaze follow the line of the sparkling legs, and quickly looked away when he noticed Jessica staring at him. "This is nothing compared to what I'm actually going

Chapter 34The Gilded Lily restaurant dripped with understated opulence. It was an exclusive restaurant perfect for business meetings, and exactly why Davey had chosen the place. Thick, dove-grey carpets muffled the sounds of hushed conversations, allowing the clinking of crystal glasses and the murmur of discreetly placed fountains to dominate the soundscape. Tables were spaced generously apart, ensuring privacy. Each was draped with pristine white linen, adorned with a single, flawless orchid and gleaming silverware. The lighting, meticulously planned, cast a flattering glow on every face, softening wrinkles and highlighting bone structure. Waiters, dressed in impeccably tailored dark suits, moved with the practiced grace of seasoned professionals, anticipating needs before they were vocalized.Davey walked through the double doors, his eyes scanning the room. His dark hair was neatly combed, his usually casual button-down replaced with a crisp, steel-grey suit that hinted at th

Chapter 36 Arlan Hawthorne sat in the large living room, his head resting lightly at the back. Behind him, his personal female nurse in her early thirties stood, looking at the thermometer she'd just used on him. "Arlan, your blood pressure is normal now, but you still need to reduce the intake of surgery coffee. Can you do that for me?" Arlan glanced up at that woman, and smiled. "Okay, Edith. I will do just as you've said. Now, can you leave me alone? I need to speak with this woman sitting across from us." Edith nodded, turning to look at the woman who sat leg crossed on that sofa across. "Yes, Arlan. I will be right upstairs. Ring me whenever you want." "You seem to like that nurse, dad." Violet, a woman whose class and beauty radiated over her said immediately the nurse was out of sight and earshot. Arlan laughed, and shook his head. "She's extremely pretty and caring. What is there not to like about her?" Violet rolled her eyes, tucking a loose strands of hai

Chapter 38The afternoon sun, usually a cheerful guest in the living room, seemed muted, filtered through the dust motes dancing in the air. Abigail, her once vibrant eyes now clouded with a film of confusion, sat perched on the edge of the floral sofa. The cushion pillows were flattened around her, mirroring the draining of life force from her own frame. Her hands, wrinkled and spotted, lay clasped in her lap, their stillness betraying the chaos swirling within her mind. A half-finished jigsaw puzzle, depicting a quaint English village, lay scattered on the coffee table, a forgotten project, much like her own memories, now fragmented and incomplete.Abigail’s breathing was shallow and raspy, a faint wheeze accompanying each exhale. Her silver hair, once meticulously styled, now clung to her head in wispy tendrils, escaping the loose bun at the nape of her neck. She stared blankly ahead at the television that played, then her gaze suddenly fixed on a point beyond the window, a pl

Chapter 40 The front door clicked shut behind Davey, the sound echoing far too loudly in the vast, impeccably decorated foyer. He stood there, tie loosened, the expensive leather briefcase feeling like a lead weight in his hand. The usually comforting weight of success felt like a taunt tonight. He walked slowly, almost robotically, towards the living room, his expensive Italian loafers silent on the polished marble floor. The living room was a testament to their shared success: plush velvet couches the color of deep amethyst, a roaring fireplace that chased away the early evening chill, and a panoramic window showcasing a breathtaking view of the cityscape shimmering below. Clarissa was curled up on the couch, her blonde hair cascading over the armrest as she scrolled through her phone. A half-empty glass of Chardonnay sat on the coffee table next to a stack of fashion magazines. She looked the epitome of serene domesticity. He cleared his throat, trying to snap out of his t