Chapter 248



Bria let go of Kallie and went to Ewing’s side. Kallie tried to walk away, but someone stopped her. She realized this was a Nixon family party, and she couldn’t leave without their permission.

Bria whispered to Ewing, “I’ll explain later, but we need to take her back now.”

Ewing snapped, “Are you crazy? Do you know who she is?”

Bria cut him off, her voice laced with a desperate edge. “Who she is doesn’t matter! Even if she’s some high-society princess, we have to take her back now. Those backing her will throw the book at me if they find her accusations are true. We gotta work together on this, or the Nixon name gets dragged through the mud. Our grandpa’s fragile as it is. If he finds out my doings, it’ll practically kill him!”

Ewing’s voice turned icy. “Don’t even think about it, Bria. I won’t be a party to your dirty tricks. This woman stays put, under my watchful eye.”

A flicker of malice danced in Bria’s eyes as a sly smile spread across her face. “Fine by me! If I messed up, then I’ll face the consequences. Whatever you say, Ewing.”

In reality, Bria had already played her hand. The moment Kallie got hauled out of the hall, the goons she had arranged would move to claim Kallie’s life. Kallie had to be gone. If the news spread, her reputation would go up in smoke.

Once Kallie was silenced forever, Bria planned to hightail it back to Ferelden. By the time Ewing uncovered all her misdeeds, it would be too late to set things right.

Just as Bria basked in her self-assured smugness, the unexpected happened. With a forceful shove, Tyrone sent Bria sprawling and strode out from behind the partition.

At the sight of Tyrone’s unexpected arrival, Ewing’s pulse quickened. He subtly signaled to the bodyguards nearby to guide Tyrone back, fearing any stimulation.

Contrary to Ewing’s expectations, Tyrone shoved aside anyone in his path with fierce determination and a fiery glare. “Fuck off!” he barked.

Tyrone’s authoritative command was no surprise, given his history as the formidable leader of the Nixon family. The air tensed around him. Those nearby were visibly shaken, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

Kallie’s anxiety deepened, a glimmer of despair flickering in her eyes. Was there truly no chance for her to escape? Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to give up yet.

Tyrone approached Kallie, towering over her. As Kallie looked up at him, a wave of recognition washed over her. This man… Wasn’t he the troubled elderly man she had seen at Sarah’s birthday party? Her eyes widened in surprise.

Today, Tyrone carried himself with an air of dignity and was notably without any hearing aids. Based on the murmurs from those nearby, Kallie deduced he was once the patriarch of the Nixon family, named Tyrone.

Meeting Kallie’s astonished gaze, Tyrone crouched down and embraced her tightly. Tyrone’s excitement was palpable, tears rolling down his cheeks as he repeatedly murmured a name unfamiliar to most. “Siena! Siena! Have you returned?”

Those nearby were baffled, yet only Ewing and Bria understood the significance of the name Tyrone had called out. She was their aunt, Siena Nixon, who had departed from the Nixon family years ago and never returned with her child.

Bria bit her lip. Could it be that Tyrone mistook Kallie for his granddaughter?

Bria was adamant about not allowing such confusion to happen again. She murmured to Ewing, “Ewing, our grandpa’s confused again. You need to get someone to take him away quickly while I take Kallie out of here. With so many eyes on us, we can’t afford to be the subject of ridicule.”

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