Chapter 824

He caressed her face, his voice slightly husky as he murmured, “Good night, my wife.

”

Stella’s heart fluttered, yet she resisted the urge to open her eyes.

It took her some time to compose herself, and then she succumbed to a deep, tranquil slumber.

In Fairwa, Stevie was experiencing anything but a peaceful night.

He watched helplessly as his assets dwindled away, a feeling of powerlessness and anxiety overwhelming him.

Initially, he had simply intended to challenge Matthew, completely underestimating the extent of Matthew’s influence.

By the time he grasped the gravity of the situation, it was already too late to salvage his losses.

Stevie took a long drag from his cigarette, which was followed by a violent cough.

Frustrated, he flung the cigarette onto the floor, cursing, “Damn it!”

Alex stood at a distance, his body trembling as he witnessed Stevie’s rage.

Gathering his courage, he suggested tentatively, “Perhaps it’s unwise to confront Matthew.

He’s incredibly formidable.

”

He was cut off mid-sentence by Stevie’s sharp glare.

Alex immediately fell silent.

Stevie’s teeth were clenched, his face twisted with frustration.

After a moment of deep thought, his gaze shifted to Alex, a sinister expression in his eyes.

“Get me Fernando’s number,” he commanded.

Stevie hastily punched in Fernando’s number and, to his frustration, found the call cut off immediately.

His expression turned stormy, yet he persevered, dialing Fernando repeatedly, only to face continuous rejection.

After several attempts, he finally connected.

With his temper teetering on the edge, Stevie composed himself and spoke with forced calmness.

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“Mr.

Quinn, this is Stevie Craig.

Are you still at the office at this hour? What about Mr.

Clark? I need to discuss something with him.

”

“He’s occupied,” Fernando replied, his tone indifferent.

Before Stevie could further the conversation, the line went dead.

Listening to the disconnect tone, Stevie cursed.

He gripped his phone so hard his knuckles turned white, then, in a burst of fury, threw it to the floor.

The device crashed, its screen splintering into a web of cracks.

“Damn him! No respect at all for me!” Stevie fumed, his rage mounting.

Alex, meek as a mouse, kept silent, too intimidated to utter a word.