Chapter 260 Pregnant Kate had not set eyes on Ruth for an age. Since Ruth’s incarceration, she had not monitored her movements. Yet, watching Ruth’s figure from behind, Kate was taken aback to observe that during her stint behind bars, Ruth appeared… to have put on weight? At least an additional breadth around her middle. Do prisons provide such lavish fare? Kate trailed Ruth and her custodians as they entered. A retinue of guards followed Kate, all equally puzzled. What could the lady’s purpose be in shadowing that prisoner? Soon after, Kate noticed two constables pausing with Ruth outside the maternity ward. Presently, a female officer ushered Ruth through the doors. Ruth with child?! A gravity settled upon Kate’s countenance. She glanced again, confirming it was indeed Ruth entering.. then withdrew her phone and dialled a number. It was the contact from their handling of Ruth’s plagiarism affair, the officer’s number.. “Mr. Lyress, I have a query.” Connected, Kate was direct. Mr. Lyress responded, “Ms. Lowe, we have news too. About Ruth, the suspect–we’ve just learned she’s expecting. Consequently, her custody will await the child’s birth.” Icy glint touched Kate’s eyes. “Has Ruth divulged the father’s identity? How advanced is her pregnancy?” Mr. Lyress sighed, “She’s not yet four months pregnant, allegedly Simon’s.” Kate terminated the call after clarifying the particulars. She furrowed her brow slightly, peering towards the examination room. Simon had perished in prison at this juncture, and now Ruth was coincidentally discovered pregnant with his child. Legally, she would remain under watch until the birth, not incarcerated. Is this all too much of a happenstance? She mused on these matters as the examination room door opened at that instant. Ruth emerged composedly, escorted by the policewoman, then raised her eyes and spied Kate leaning against the opposite wall. Balance: 1381 + 1 Coins = 1 Pearls Chapter 260 Pregnant +5 Pearls Upon beholding Kate, Ruth’s countenance brightened subtly with a semblance of ingratiating cheer. Kate, upon hearing Ruth’s discourse, barely cast her a dispassionate glance, her voice chilly as she remarked, “It is not a surprise for me.” Ruth appeared somewhat ill at case, then lowered her gaze, stifling tears as she implored, “Kate, are you still harbouring resentment towards me? Why do you refuse to heed my explanations? I truly did not intend…. – “Kate, do you comprehend? I have endured hardship within the confines of prison these past months.” Ruth tentatively extended her hands, revealing numerous bruises and scars upon her arms. Then, she raised her eyes cautiously to Kate, And… I find myself with child” She tenderly caressed her abdomen, a semblance of maternal radiance playing upon her visage. Yet this radiance was but a facade. Kate regarded Ruth with a frosty mien as she played her role, her voice composed, “Ah, pregnant? Whose offspring is it, then?” Ruth stiffened momentarily. Instinctively, she wished to declare it was Simon’s, but mindful of Kate’s profound affection for Simon, she knew Kate would not entertain the notion that this child could belong to him. Thus, Ruth lowered her head slowly, bitterness colouring her voice, “The progenitor is inconsequential. Kate, I acknowledge my transgressions. Can you find it within yourself to forgive me, considering I carry this child?” Her culpability and leverage was now squarely in Kate’s hands. Moreover, given Kate’s standing, if Ruth could sway her, perchance Kate might intercede and extricate her from the prison’s clutches! She was resolute in her determination never to return to those grim confines. Kate fixed her gaze upon Ruth, a sardonic smile playing upon her lips, “Forgive you on account of your child? Ha, dare I ask if this child might be mine?”
Category: Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield
Chapter 259 Abigail Again The vehicle arrived swiftly at the infirmary’s gates. Fortunate it was that the broth had not seared deeply, and Abigail’s arm bore no grievous wound. Within the quarter–hour, the gash was tended, an ointment for burns prescribed for further use at her residence. Surveying her arm. Abigail sighed with acceptance, “I assured you, I am well; merely a trifling harm, no necessity to escort me hither.” Kate glanced her way, assured of her arm’s well–being ere stating, “Prudence dictates a visit to the infirmary” For had not Abigail stood in the way, that vessel of broth might have doused her. Observing Abigail’s arm, now inflamed and blemished. Kate lightly compressed her lips, a vague vexation taking root. Abigail waved her arm in jest, a grin upon her lips. “All has been appraised, Kate, are you at ease now?” “Yes,” nodded Kate. Had Abigail sustained grave harm for her sake, Kate would have harboured deep regret. Just then, Kate’s telephone rang–Eric was the caller. “Kate, have you crossed paths with Lana?” queried Eric’s resonant voice, cool and profound. “Are you wounded?” Kate’s visage softened, a smile accompanying her response, I am unscathed, thanks to Abigail’s vigilance and intervention. Otherwise. Eric’s brow furrowed slightly. Abigail again! Eric did not linger on Abigail but issued a warm caution. Fortunate you emerged unharmed. Be wary George will fetch you from the infirmary” Pausing. his gaze narrowed a fraction. Eric added in a gentle tone, “This time. Abigail lent When you find respite, extend her an invitation for a repast. you aid. When Abigail had sought Kate, Eric had not been present. Was it by design or coincidence? Kate smiled. “Certainly, I shall convey your words to her later. Ric, have you concluded your tasks? When shall you return home?” Eric hesitated, eyes glancing towards the gleaming edifice ahead, “It will be late. I must first attend to matters here. Wait for me at home.” Balance: 1 Coins = 1399. 1 Pearls Chapter 259 Abigail Again behind him, who promptly entered the structure without pause! +5 Pearls Within the infirmary. Kate ended the telephone conferrin her countenance still adorned with a serene smile. She turned towards Abigail and spoke with a light chuckle, “Abigail, Ric has expressed his gratitude for your intervention. He wishes to invite you for a meal at your convenience. When might that be?” Abigail hesitated briefly, then sighed with a touch of resignation, her hand gently touching her brow. “Kate, today is my only available day… I have urgent personal affairs to attend to abroad. You and Ric can extend the invitation upon my return.” Kate furrowed her brow slightly. “Is it pressing?” Abigail’s gaze lingered upon Kate momentarily. “Indeed, it is.” Kate glanced at her, exhaling softly, “Very well, attend to your matters first. I wish you the best of luck.” Abigail smiled warmly. “Thank you, Kate.” As they conversed and strolled, Kate’s peripheral vision caught sight of two constables escorting a woman into the hospital. The woman was attired in prison garb, shackled with handcuffs and ankle chains, a picture of disarray with her head bowed and hair obscuring half her face. Kate glanced at her again, halting in her tracks. That woman was Ruth! What could Ruth be doing at the hospital at this hour? “Kate, what has caught your attention?” Abigail noticed Kate’s fixed gaze and followed her line of sight, glimpsing the constables ushering Ruth inside. Kate paused briefly before replying, “I just saw someone I know. I’ll have my chauffeur take you home; I need to attend to something” With that, Kate turned swiftly and hastened in the direction where Ruth and the constables had disappeared, instructing George to see Abigail safely home. Abigail made no attempt to detain her, standing silently as she watched Kate’s retreating figure. After a time, a soft chuckle escaped her lips before she turned and gracefully departed.
Chapter 258 Consequences of Her Actions “Are you unharmed?” In a twilight–lit chamber, Kate, unmindful of Lana still seated on the ground, turned to Abigail, her heart not anticipating Abigail’s swift response as she shielded Kate from Lana’s flung soup, leaving her arm branded by a crimson mark of distress. The sight of Kate’s worry brought a small curl to Abigail’s lips. “It is nothing but a small scratch.” Observing Abigail’s taut countenance, Kate’s brow knitted with resolve. “Let us make haste to the infirmary.” Abigail pursed her lips ruefully. “One extends an invitation for repast, yet finds oneself bound for the infirmary before dining. Can we eat first?” Witnessing Abigail’s nonchalance attitude, a wintry chill crossed Kate’s visage. “Which one is more impertant–our meal or your wounded arm?” Abigail chuckled softly, her lips curling with mirth. “Very well, very well, to the infirmary we shall proceed. But before that… Abigail’s gaze fell suddenly upon Lana, quaking upon the floor, her mien a veil of unyielding determination. “This matter must first be addressed.” The tumult in the chamber had summoned the supervisor, whose countenance paled at Lana’s eruption. “Lana, what tumult is this?” The supervisor cried out, then hastened to beg forgiveness from Abigail and Kate. “Forgive us, honoured guests. This wretch is new to our fold. We shall cover your medical expenses, deeply apologetic.” Even as the supervisor proffered apology, a stinging blow landed on Lana’s cheek. “You are dismissed! Our humble establishment cannot house one with your attitude!” From Lana’s initial interview, doubts had clouded the supervisor’s mind, knowing her former stature as heir to the Sadler Group. How could one accustomed to such grandeur adjust to the role of a server? Despite reservations, Lana was hired at the behest of the magnate, albeit reluctantly. Such an inept server marred their establishment’s reputation. What was the magnate thinking? Lana, struck once more, felt her mind whirl, teetering on the edge of madness. She glared fiercely at Kate, bellowing. “Kate! This is all your fault, you petty wretch! Look at what you’ve done to me! Are enjoying this spectacle?” Clutching her fists tightly, Lana seethed with a longing to assail Kate. Yet, Kate’s aura proved too chilline reminding her of the contenuences the had deadly fared. I use neulent not to neonke her Balance 1 Coins 1318+ 1 Pearls Chapter 258 Consequences of Her Achons +5 Pearls Lest she be the one to suffer! “How shameless! Blaming all on Kate? Incompetent and witless, yet faulting others for their eminence) How risiblel Abigail listened intently to Lana’s impassioned words, her response swill and cutting. The lolty heiress, fallen into such depths today, has reaped the harvest of her own making!” “No need to waste words on her,” Kate interjected calmly, her gaze icy as she addressed Lana, “Ric had warned you before, but you chose not to heed it. Now, whatever ensues is of your own making! Leaving those words hanging in the air, Kate promptly guided Abigail towards the exit, her manner decisive. “Lextend my sincere apologies to our esteemed guests the supervisor hastened to add, following Kate closely, bowing deeply in apology, “Today’s meal is complimentary, and we will cover all medical expenses for the young lady.” “Mm, Kate responded coolly, before escorting Abigail to the back seat of the car and taking the driver’s seat herself, steering towards the hospital without delay. As they departed, several more figures emerged from the restaurant, slipping into cars that discrerily followed. Concurrently, news of the altercation swiftly reached Erie’s ears.
Chapter 257 You Wish to Die Lana stood amidst a whirlwind of vexation, hands clenched with a fierce determination. Her gaze bore into Kate, brimming with a tempest of animosity and resentment, yet she strived to temper these tumultuous emotions. Not now, she murmured to herself bitterly, swallowing the bitter pill of restraint. The moment was not ripe for a confrontation with Kate. Feeling deeply wronged, Lana turned away with a heavy heart. She could scarcely endure another glance at Kate, much less venture into her sanctum. Lana harboured an unshakable belief that Kate’s gaze harboured naught but scorn for her. She protests her innocence, Lana brooded inwardly, bitterness colouring her thoughts. But why else would she appear just as I begin my tenure here? Even as Sadler Group faced the spectre of liquidation Lana’s HN Studio flourished. How was it that Kate seemed to sail through life, forever buoyed by the favour of influential patrons? Frustration contorted Lana’s countenance, yet at that very moment, the supervisor’s voice pierced the air. Lana, what’s keeping you? Attend to your duties! Drawing a deep breath, Lana wrestled her resentment and ire into submission. She retrieved a laden tray, its contents still steaming with simmering heat, and reluctantly retraced her steps towards Kate’s private chamber. Behind the facade of servitude, a glint of malevolence flickered in her eyes. Within the chamber, Kate maintained an air of tranquility, engrossed in discourse with Abigail about future endeavours. Kate’s back turned towards the entrance, Abigail sat opposite, listening with at benevolent smile. A knock interrupted the proceedings. Through the door strode Lana, countenance soured, bearing the tray of soup in silence. Her eyes, however, remained fixed upon Kate, increasingly venomous in their intensity. Kate… I shall impart a lesson unto you first! With deliberate guile, Lana feigned a misstep. “Oh dear!” she exclaimed, feigning a loss of control over the tray. The scalding soup cascaded directly towards Kate! “Take heed!” Abigail cried out in alarm, swiftly rising to drag Kate’s chair away and forcefully diverting the tray’s -trajectory. “Ah… Though the tray was overturned, not all of its contents spilled forth. Nevertheless, a portion of the scorching soup splattered upon Abigail’s arm, instantly suffusing it with crimson and eliciting a sharp intake of breath in pain. Balance: 1 Coins 1385 + 1 Pearls Chapter 257 You Wish to Die +5 Pearls causing a cry of agony to escape her lips, “AHHHHHH! Witnessing Lana’s plight, Abigail’s countenance turned frosty, Swiftly, without a moment’s pause, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Lana’s face! A smack rang throughout the parlour. The blow came sharp and sudden. Kate, still reeling from the earlier shock, had not regiuned her composure when Abigail surged forward and struck Lana. “You wretch, were you aiming to drench Kate deliberately? Do you seek strife? Abigail’s eyes gleamed with coldness, fixed upon Lana as if contemplating tearing her apart limb from limb. Lana, still bewildered, held her face in disbelief, her voice rising suddenly, “How dare you strike me!” Disregarding her own pain, Lana lunged towards Abigail, her hands reaching out in a frenzy, her voice wild with hysteria, “Who do you think you are, daring to strike me!” Instantly, the two women grappled, Lana seizing Abigail’s hair with frenzied determination, using hands and feet to assail her opponent. Abigail responded with another stinging slap to Lana’s check and. a forceful grasp of her hair. “Release me! Kate intervened decisively, seizing Lana’s hair and wrenching her away from Abigail. With swift. precision, Kate delivered another backhanded blow to Lana’s face. A subsequent kick to Lana’s stomach sent her crashing to the ground, her countenance now etched with an icy hostility. “Lana, are you seeking your own demise?” Clutching her stomach in pain, Lana cried out, her eyes filled with fear as she stared up at Kate. She could not comprehend why Kate’s gaze held such terror for her. In her disoriented state, she even momentarily mistook Kate for Eric!
Chapter 256 Unworthy Lucas peered through the rear–view mirror at Eric, his countenance troubled. “But Mr. Eric, your injury Eric’s visage remained glacial. “It is of no consequence Lucas hesitated, on the verge of speaking but choosing instead to swallow his words. He was well acquainted with Eric’s resolve. Once Eric had set his mind, no force could sway him, especially when it concerned Kate. Following Eric’s directive, the security detail swiftly converged towards Kate’s vicinity, discreetly positioning themselves to ensure her safety without her notice. Before long. Abigail’s car pulled up outside a Western restaurant. Exiting the vehicle, Abigail gracefully opened the back door and turned to Kate with a warm smil “Kate, we have arrived. A newly established Western dining establishment in the heart of Capital City. I assure you, you have not yet dined here.” Kate paused, surveying the restaurant with a slight pursing of her lips. Abigail was correct; this was unfamiliar territory. Lately, Eric had been immersed in his work, leaving them with scarce moments together, especially for dining out. Hm… if the cuisine proved delightful, perhaps she could bring Eric along next time. Lost in thoughts of Eric, Kate failed to notice Abigail’s meaningful gazes, her lips softly curved in a smile. “What are you are you pondering, Kate? Shall we enter?” Abigail’s smile widened as she gently tugged at Kate’s wrist, leading her inside. Kate frowned faintly, reflexively withdrawing her wrist from Abigail’s grasp. Meeting Abigail’s quizzical gaze, she pressed her lips together and responded lightly, “Let’s proceed.” Abigail’s smile broadened, refraining from further attempts to hold Kate’s hand as she guided her indoors. Shortly thereafter, the undercover guards, ensuring Kate’s security, discreetly entered the restaurant, seamlessly dispersing around her designated private dining area. Inside the secluded dining room, Abigail effortlessly placed orders for an array of dishes, then slid the menu towards Kate. “Kate, is there anything else you desire to savour?” Kate glanced over the menu casually, replying. The selections made suffice.” Yet… she lowered her gaze momentarily, a hint of uncertainty flickering within. How did Ahimail discern har milinant preferenced? Mique of the dichee choten wara fumuriter of here Balance: 154 + → 1 Coins 1 Pearls Chapter 256 Unworthy +5 Pearls Was it mere happenstance? Knock, knock In a secluded chamber’s portal came a gentle tap, and forth glided a server bearing a tray. But ere she could advance, upon beholding Kate, her steps faltered abruptly. The visage of the server soured faintly as she approached the repast’s setting, head bowed, and placed the laden tray upon the table with a flat utterance, “The red wine as requested.” With those words quietly spoken, the server pivoted and departed. “Hmm?” Kate’s senses stirred at the sound, instinctively casting a glance towards the retreating figure. Though glimpsing only her profile, Kate discerned with precision, “Lana?” Instantly, Lana’s countenance contorted! Her form rigidified, and she spun to confront Kate, a cold sneer upon her lips, “Kate, you have come to deride me, have you not? To witness me thus, surely i brings you delight?” Kate knit her brow in thought, yet ere she could reply from across the room came Abigail’s voice, room came Abigail’s voice, frigid and authoritative, “Is this the manner in which you serve guests, as a maid? Extend your apologies to Kate!” Abigail’s keen and icy gaze bore down upon Lana, rendering her profoundly ill at ease. Lana’s fists clenched tightly, nails biting into her palms deeply. She glowered at Kate, ablaze with envy and rancour, displaying no inclination towards contrition With a resounding thud upon the table, Abigail rose to her feet, fixing Lana with a gaze even chillier, “If an apology is not forthcoming, I shall not hesitate to summon your overseer!” Lana bit her lip, reluctantly turning towards Kate, “I apologise.” Kate regarded Lana with frigid eyes, her tone measured, “You presume I have come to taunt you, but your assumption is misplaced. You… do not merit my attention.” With those words lingering, Kate averted her gaze nonchalantly from Lana, refusing to grant her further regard.
Chapter 255 Let’s Celebrate? In a casual yet purposeful manner, Abigail tapped on the door to Kate’s office, leaning nonchalantly against the frame as she observed Kate deeply absorbed in her tasks. “Kate, got a moment after the day’s toil? Phase one of our partnership has flourished–it calls for merriment, wouldn’t you agree?” Kate’s brow furrowed slightly at the address. She had gently corrected Abigail’s formality on numerous occasions, yet Abigail persisted in her informality. With an internal sigh, Kate acquiesced with a resigned acceptance. However, an evening of celebration… Kate paused, pondering. She desired to confer with Eric. In recent weeks, Eric had been exceedingly occupied, arriving early and departing late from Davison Group. George had even left Summer Estate to join him there. Kate refrained from prying–Davison Group’s. operations were vast and intricate, beyond her grasp, and Eric shielded her from certain matters. Moreover, there were subjects Eric chose not to divulge to her. Witnessing Kate’s hesitation. Abigail chuckled lightly. Thinking of your husband, perhaps? Ask him. then. I’ve long wished to treat you to dinner” Abigail blinked, her face illuminated by a smile. “We owe it to you for affording Alpha Corporation this opportunity,” Kate sighed, massaging her temples. She stole a glance at Abigail, then hesitated before speaking. “Hold on. let me speak with Eric.” With that, Kate retrieved her phone and crossed over to the towering window to place the call. Meanwhile, Abigail reclined in her chair. In the fleeting moment Kate turned away. Abigail’s gaze sharpened. A subtle smirk graced her lips as she observed Kate’s silhouette, “Ric, are you free this evening?” The call connected swiftly. Kate’s gaze softened, her voice tender. At that instant, Eric sat in a speeding car, his countenance sombre and his presence stern and unyielding. Yet, upon hearing Kate’s voice, his features softened immediately. “Apologies, Kate, official matters demand my attention.” He paused briefly before speaking warmly, “What’s on your mind? Kate chuckled softly. “Nothing serious–just contemplating dining with Abigail Take care of yourself and don’t exhaust yourself.” Upon hearing Kate mention dining with Abigail, Ericvisibly tensed. He gripped the phone tightly, his gaze momentarily icy before softening gradually. Take care. Bring along a guard.” Kate resumed “Vec Wie No need for concern Balance 1373 + 1373+0 1 Coins – 1 Pearls After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Kate brought the call to a close. Yet, as the conversation concluded, a deeper chill settled into the confines of the car. Eric pursed his lips, an oppressive presence enveloping him. Swiftly retrieving his laptop, he began typing with precise urgency, accessing Abigail’s dossier. With eyes narrowed, Eric scrutinised every detail, an icy countenance etched upon his brow. “Have those monitoring Abigail observed anything untoward?” Eric inquired after a prolonged silence. Lucas, stationed at the wheel, responded promptly. “No irregularities reported by our operatives, Abigail’s background appears flawless.” Flawless… Eric’s gaze lingered coolly upon Abigail’s flawlessly altered visage in the photograph. Something about it unsettled him deeply. Especially her increasing proximity to Kate recently, frequenting HN Studio and forging a closer bond with Kate. Eric tapped his fingers thoughtfully, his voice growing colder, “Intensify surveillance on her. And triple the personnel observing my wife tonight at the restaurant.” Lucas hesitated momentarily before asking instinctively, “Tripling surveillance on your wife at the restaurant–what about our operations here tonight?” They had critical matters to attend to! Eric’s tone turned glacial, his eyes aflame with determination, I will personally handle it.”
Chapter 253 Surveillance Video When the triumvirate of enterprises, their collaborative venture with Kate’s illustrious HN Studio, unveiled their latest creations, adulation swept through the air like a gentle zephyr. Despite HN Studio enduring a trespass and unfounded aspersions cast upon its artisanal wares, deft stratagems of public relations and clarifications, akin to a well–tempered sword, quenched the brewing tempest with nary a scar upon the studio’s reputation The novelties emerging from both HN Studio and the joint endeavours of the trio, swiftly ensconcing themselves within the very heart of Capital City’s market, bespoke an unprecedented ascendancy. Meanwhile, within the precincts of the constabulary. Leslie, staunch as an ancient keep under siege, yielded naught to the relentless scrutiny, refusing to unloose the secrets locked within her steadfast silence. Yet, at this critical juncture, an unforeseen guest graced the threshold of HN Studio, leaving Kate momentarily discomposed. “Ms. Martin?” Descending the spiralled stairs, Kate beheld a figure enrobed in the sleek elegance of ebony, exuding an aura of dignified refinement. A subtle furrow graced Kate’s brow, betraying her intrigue. None other than Abigail, the preeminent presider of Alpha Corporation, whose erstwhile overtures of collaboration had been extended during a prior soirée, stood before her. “Ms. Lowe. Abigail’s greeting, laced with cordiality and intent, bespoke a woman well–versed in the delicate dance of discourse. Her eyes, like twin beacons of astute observation, locked with Kate’s own, as she proffered with poised directness, “I bear surveillance footage which may pique your interest, perchance even serve your cause.” Kate, bemused yet inwardly curious at Abigail’s enigmatic preamble, found herself in receipt of the proffered evidence ere she could voice her query. As the moving images unfolded before her, Kate’s brow furrowed, etched with the deep grooves of contemplation. The surveillance, evidently captured from a residential abode directly opposite HN Studio, offered a voyeuristic vantage. Through the lens, the emblazoned sigil of the studio gleamed in stark–clarity. Kate, now seized by the unfolding tableau, discerned the stealthy movements of cloaked figures skulking near her establishment. Methodically, they disabled the sentinels of surveillance, breached the stout portals with practiced ease, and despoiled the sanctum within, their depredations swift and purposeful. Abigail, her countenance serene as a tranquil lake under the morning sun, interjected with a knowing smile, “By chance, I maintain a residence directly opposite HN Studio, habitually bedecked with vigilant eyes. Serendipitously, these lenses captured the unfolding drama.” “Thus compelled by what transpired. I hastened to your side. Ms. Lowe, hopeful that this evidence Balance: 1404 + 1 Coins = 1 Pearls Chapter 253 Surveillance Video +5 Pearls Abigail’s words, forthright and enunciated with the poise of assured purpose, hung in the air, echoing within the hallowed halls of HN Studio. Kate’s digits subtly tensed ere she uttered, “I express my gratitude, Ms. Martin.” A pause ensued, whereupon she ventured, “Might I procure a duplicate of this visual record?” In these latter days, where progress had faltered, Abigail’s vigilant footage emerged as a salient. breakthrough. Abigail sustained her countenance of grace, affirming, “Certainly, it is yours.” Upon replicating the record, Kate expeditiously dispatched it to the authorities. Therein lay elucidation for the investigators, illuminating the visages of transgressors and their ingress and egress trajectories. Observing Kate’s dutiful dispatch, Abigail offered sincerely, “May this visual aid hasten the constabulary’s resolution.” Kate regarded Abigail earnestly, pronouncing. “Ms. Martin, I extend my gratitude. Should you require. any Ere Kate could complete–her sentiment, Abigail raised a palm, gracefully intervening. Her smile, born of genuine warmth, met Kate’s gaze as she conveyed, Ms. Lowe, I seek no undue favour. This act stems purely from my aspirations as a potential associate.” Her visage assumed a grave aspect, “I trust Alpha Corporation may find alliance with you.”
Chapter 252 Homecoming The voice that echoed through the telephone was a delicate whisper, barely stirring the air. Eric stood with solemn countenance, his eyes fixed upon unseen horizons. A pregnant pause ensued before he spoke, each word dripping like honey from his lips, Tunderstand.” A fleeting silence settled, broken only by the chill in his tone. “It is the machinations of those individuals that stir unrest. However, Kyle’s position bears sensitivity. I will tell him to retreat to Maridonia At this point, murmurs from the other end was heard briefly, acknowledged by Eric before he severed the connection. Beneath the vaulted sky, Eric stood by the grand window of the apex, surveying half the realm of Capital City. His countenance, etched with stern lines, masked eyes that glinted with an unveiled threat. Moments passed before he turned, pushing open the door to meet Kyle, who stood alongside Miles. Kyle’s gaze held a wary anticipation, while Miles, upon noticing Eric’s approach, ventured forth with eager inquiry. “What tidings?” Eric’s voice, calm as the tranquil sea, broke the stillness. “What’s the news?? Miles visibly deflated, an expression of disbelief was shown upon his face. “Indeed, to Maridonia… His voice trailed off wistfully, eyes darting towards Kyle. In contrast, Kyle retained composure, resignation etched upon his features. Eric’s gaze, piercing as a winter’s chill, shifted from Kyle to Miles as he continued. “It is not exile.” Miles‘ countenance brightened, whilst Kyle, taken aback, exclaimed, “Truly?” Eric nodded, his icy gaze unwavering. Softly, he intoned, “And you, join us.” “Why?” Miles queried, perplexed. “Our collaborative venture remains uncompleted. What necessitates my departure?” “Therein lies no query, Eric responded cryptically, turning to depart. Kyle and Miles exchanged a glance, the latter muttering, “Eric acts with strange intent…. Before Kyle could retort, his pocket stirred with a subtle vibration. Glancing at the message, his expression darkened markedly. With a brusque gesture, Kyle grasped Miles‘ shoulder, his tone now frigid, “Let us depart, to our homeland… and toil.” As they departed Davison Group in haste, Miles protested, “Kyle, what urgency is this? What task demands our swift flight?” Balance 1404 35 1 Coins 1 Pearls airport. Eric observed their departure, his gaze profound and shadowed. Fingertips traced thoughtfully over his phone, deftly navigating encrypted channels where urgent missives awaited. Upon perusing them with stoic countenance, Eric swiftly issued terse commands before stowing away his device. In Capital City, recent explosions had roused public alarm, yet thorough investigations attributed them to short circuits due to aged electrical conduits, allaying fears and dispatching specialists for repairs. Kate, perusing the official communique at HN Studio, found solace amidst her coffee break. Perhaps the Davison Group’s calamity too owed to antiquated infrastructure. Rereading the report, she finished her cup. gently massaging her stiffened wrist, refocusing on HN Studio’s manifold obligations. Beyond the studio’s purview lay concerns encompassing Davison Group, Lowe Group, and the collaborative enterprises of Miles and K.M. Troubled shipments had been redressed, with new merchandise already launched into the market.
Chapter 251 It Wasn’t Me Eric’s countenance fell visibly upon hearing the voice from the other end persist, “Morcover… due to Madam’s words yesterday, the crematorium has already dispersed his remains, and not a shard of bone remains. We’ve scoured the place, only managing to salvage some blood and hair samples.” Eric’s voice turned glacial. “He brought it upon himself. Send those samples for examination.” Kate overheard and couldn’t resist tilting her head in disbelief. “So, you’re saying Simon truly was reduced to ashes?” Eric let out a soft chuckle, “Most likely.” Pondering the test results, Kate inquired, “When will we receive the findings?” “Expeditiously, within two hours.” Sure enough, Eric received a report from his subordinate within the allotted time. It was an identification report. The DNA findings confirmed: the blood and hair samples indeed matched Simon. Kate sighed with relief and clenched her fist determinedly. “Truly gratifying! That wretch has met his end and reduced to ashes, hahaha!” Suddenly, her thoughts turned to the hospitalised Ruth, prompting a cold laugh. How she wished the next one to depart would be Ruth, preferably in a more miserable fashion! Noticing the chill in Kate’s manner, Eric softly patted her head and chuckled. “No need to dwell on sorrow Before he could finish, a thunderous explosion shattered the serenity! Boom! Kate and Eric both looked up in shock, exchanging a glance that conveyed their shared concern. Why, within the heart of Capital City… another explosion? The previous incident stemmed from aged infrastructure within Davison Group, a transformer short circuiting and causing the explosion. But what was the cause this time? An inexplicable unease gripped Kate. She squeezed Eric’s hand tightly. Though she said nothing, Eric sensed her fear and reassured her gently, “Fear not, Kate. I’ll escort you back to Summer Estate.” Kate shook her head resolutely. “To HN Studio. They must be terrified too.” In the end, Eric couldn’t sway Kate’s decision. He dropped her off at HN Studio’s entrance, leaving over twenty guards discreetly ensuring her safety. Meanwhile. Eric swiftly dispatched his men to determine the location and cause of the explosion. 1/2 Chapter 251 It Wasn’t Me +5 Pearls Two consecutive days of explosions… mere coincidence? Eric massaged his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Swiftly, he devised a strategy, dispersing his personnel to monitor all activities within Capital City Within Davison Group Miles and Kyle stood together, nervously observing Eric. Kyle furrowed his brow in contemplation, while Miles appeared visibly agitated. “Eric, have the authorities noticed Kyle’s presence in Capital City?” Miles finally broke the silence, his voice tense. After a prolonged silence among the trio, Miles spoke up first. Eric’s gaze settled on Kyle, and he confirmed, “They’ve noticed, and they suspect Kyle’s involvement in these explosions.” Miles clenched his teeth and abruptly punched Kyle’s shoulder in frustration. “I warned you, your status is precarious. You shouldn’t have come to Haldoria so recklessly. You didn’t listen, and now see what has happened!” Miles’s eyes reddened as he continued, “If you’re banished from Haldoria, you’ll never return in your lifetime. What shall fate dictate for me, then?” Kyle looked at Miles helplessly, spreading his hands. “But I didn’t do those things.” Just as he spoke, Eric’s phone rang once more. This time, it was an encrypted call. Seeing the number, Eric’s expression darkened. He gestured for Kyle and Miles to leave without explanation. Without questioning, the two departed despondently. Once Eric confirmed the office was empty, he pressed the answer button.
Chapter 250 Something Amiss Upon their return to the tranquil confines of Summer Estate, Kate, her spirits buoyant, availed herself of a refreshing shower. As she reclined upon her bed, however, an unexpected hollowness settled within her heart, her drifting pensively towards the ceiling. gaze Emerging from the bathroom, hair enveloped in a towel’s embrace, Eric cast a concerned glance upon. Kate’s preoccupied countenance. “What occupies your thoughts, my dear?” Kate, startled from her reverie by Eric’s inquiry, furrowed her brow uncertainly. “Ric, I sense a disquiet…” Could Simon’s passing have been so facile? Was it truly a prison altercation that culminated in a fatal blade’s cold embrace? “Perhaps this is chance, but something tells me it is beyond that,” muttering to herself, Kate retrieved her phone, intent on consulting the police for further elucidation. The duty officer responded forthwith. “Ms. Lowe, it’s late. Tomorrow, we’ll show you the surveillance tape, alright?” After a moment’s contemplation, Kate assented. Eric, his gaze profound and somber, watched Kate intently. “What troubles you, Kate?” Toying absently with her phone, thoughts of Simon’s grim demise still fresh, Kate sat upright. “I cannot shake the feeling Simon met his end too easily. Despite witnessing the ghastly tableau of Simon’s slit throat and severed artery, a disquieting suspicion. lingered. The Simon who had wrought such anguish upon her past self should not have met so nebulous a fate… Eric’s brow furrowed. “We shall revisit the matter come morrow.” Kate nodded in concurrence, then turned to embrace Eric, drifting swiftly into slumber. At dawn’s first light, Eric escorted Kate once more to the precinct, there to view the surveillance footage. Simon had shared his confinement with several fellow inmates, one notably robust and quick to temper. The footage depicted Simon inadvertently jostling this inmate, provoking a heated exchange. In a paroxysm of fury, the inmate produced a knife from unseen quarters, slicing Simon’s throat in one fell swoop! Simon clutched his profusely bleeding neck, incredulity writ upon his countenance, before collapsing. The inmate noised for another grike was neomntly subdued hu vigilant marle Balance: 1404 + 52 Chapter 250 Something Amiss A prisoner’s demise within custody was a grave matter. The officers on duty faced censure, yet Simon’s fate remained unaltered. Regarding the motive between Simon and his assailant… Following interrogation, the inmate avowed a longstanding resentment towards Simon’s disdainful airs, his habitual belittling of fellow inmates as lesser beings. The knife, purloined from the cafeteria, had initially been intended for an escape. Post–viewing, Kate’s misgivings endured. bid. Sensing her disquiet, Eric gently took her hand, reassuring her softly. “Do not dwell overmuch. I shall arrange for the body’s DNA scrutiny to confirm if ‘twas indeed Simon.” Kate sighed in relief at his words, clasping her hands in earnest supplication. “May heaven confirm, let the departed truly be Simon!” Amused by her fervour, Eric affectionately tousled her hair, his eyes alight with affection. At that juncture, Eric’s phone rang. Answering, he was greeted by an anxious voice. “Mr. Bric, I am presently at the mortuary, they claim they have mistakenly cremated Simon’s remains!”