Chapter 341



Kallie sensed there was more to Ewing’s words, but she wasn’t quite bothered by it. If the masked man truly bore ill will toward her, he would have leveraged his financial clout and influence directly, rather than skirting around with the inferior product issue.

Though the specifics of the masked man’s intentions eluded her, Kallie knew that when dealing with such an unpredictable individual, the safest course was to play along.

Kallie assured Ewing, “I know what I’m doing. As you can see, he’s not someone who’s easily fooled. Your ways of handling things might just irritate him. I’ll be returning to Avalon soon. With the Nixon family backing me, I have nothing to fear.”

The resolve in Kallie’s eyes slightly eased Ewing’s concerns, but he was still intent on persuading her further. Just then, a crisp knock at the door interrupted him.

“Who is it?” Ewing asked, his tone alert as he turned toward the door.

A young man’s buoyant voice answered, “Excuse me, is Kallie here? My master would like to see her.”

As Ewing was about to dismiss the visitor, Kallie caught his hand, shaking her head subtly to stop him. She cleared her throat and announced, “I’m here. Your timing is perfect, and I want to express my thanks in person.”

The following moment, the door swung open. The masked man entered alongside Lenny.

“There’s no need for thanks. It’s just that your cousin seems a bit hostile to me. I would’ve been ejected if not for playing the hero,” the masked man said. His masked face hid his emotions, but a slight smile betrayed a hint of irritation and impatience.

Ewing’s expression darkened, his eyes cold. “Can’t you see the state she’s in? She needs to rest and shouldn’t be bothered.”

The masked man didn’t say anything, his gaze sharp as he looked at Kallie.

Kallie responded hesitantly, “Ewing, I need to speak with him for a bit. Don’t fret. Our family’s people are outside, and we’re in a hospital owned by our family. He wouldn’t dare do anything.”

Ewing eyed the masked man warily for a moment and then turned his worried gaze to Kallie before finally exiting the room.

“Thank you for saving me. I owe you one. Just name it. If it’s within my ability, consider it done,” Kallie’s voice was earnest.

The masked man remained silent, his gaze deep and unreadable.

Kallie cleared her throat. “Or perhaps you have a particular way you’d like me to return the favor?”

The masked man seated himself with a regal air, as if the chair beneath him were a throne. “Kallie, you finally get the point. As your savior, it’s only right that I dictate the terms of your repayment, wouldn’t you agree?”

A flicker of unease crossed Kallie’s face. Her fingers tensed subtly. “Please, Mr. Jack, tell me what you expect.”

Mr. Jack took his time, rhythmically tapping the armrest with his fingers, making Kallie wait. Ten minutes dragged by.

Kallie’s palms began to sweat. She had always prided herself on her composure, yet she sensed that Mr. Jack was deliberately unsettling her, and it was working.

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