<b>Chapter </b><b>481 </b>I’m <b>Not </b><b>a </b><b>Kid </b><b>Anymore </b>
“Isn’t it possible.” Jean muttered, the corners <b>of </b>her mouth twitching, <b>that </b><b>Vienna’s </b><b>actual </b>farget fre <b>very </b>beginning… <b>was </b><i>you</i>, big brother? Getting close to your agent might’ve just <b>been </b><b>her </b>strategy
Easton lowered his gaze, the corners of his eyes edged with a trace of chill. “That’s possible<b>. </b>But I’m: 2001. interested in her original motives. What matters to me is what she actually did. His eyes <b>darkened</b>, filled with a biting, deep cold. “That agent of mine always seemed so reliable and <b>sharp</b>–but <b>turns </b><b>out </b><b>he </b>was incredibly easy to manipte. Vienna got to him… and the two of them ended up scheming <b>against </b><b>me </b>together…<b>” </b>
At that point, Easton pressed his lips together and stopped talking.
Jean’s eyes went wide. She’d been listening cagerly to the “story,” and <i>now </i>he was suddenly <b>pausing</b><b>? </b><b>It </b>was like having ants crawling all over her heart. “Hey, why’d you stop?”
The shadow on Easton’s face cased slightly, and he curled his lips into a faint smile. “Whates <b>next</b><b>… </b>probably isn’t something I should tell you.”
He looked down at his sister, his gaze unusually soft. “After all, you’re still just a kid.
A kid<i>? </i>
Jean grabbed his hand, pouting. “I’m not a kid anymore. I’ve grown up–I know way more than you think.
Easton gave a mock gasp and looked at her with amusement. “Oh? Then why don’t you tell me what you know?”
He put on a mock–serious expression, acting like some disapproving elder. “There are some things you shouldn’t be curious about, you know?”
Jean stuck out her tongue at him. “Got it! So can you please finish the Vienna story now? I’m dying <b>over </b>here…”
“You really…” Easton shook his head, half exasperated, half amused. Then, finally relenting, he continued, “It’s not thatplicated. They were nning to drug me.”
“Drug you?!” Jean’s whole face scrunched up in disbelief. “Ugh, that’s so trashy!”
“Language,” Easton said coolly, shooting her a sidelong nce.
Jean pressed her lips together and nodded like a pecking chick. “Okay, okay–go on!”
“Keep going.”
Jean was genuinely curious. The novel hadn’t gone into detail about the behind–the–scenes truth, and she was itching to know what really happened.
Easton opened his mouth withzy ease, his gaze distant. “There’s not much else to say.”
“Because you warned me ahead of time, I had my guard up and kept a close eye on her. What I didn’t expect… was that she’d manage to rope in my agent.”
His tone grew even lighter, as if none of it had really mattered. “But I stayed alert. <b>I </b><b>kept </b><b>a </b><b>close </b><b>eye </b><b>on </b>Vienna. Before she could put her n into action, I noticed something was off. Luckily, I shut <b>everything </b>down in time…”
Chapter <b>481 </b>I’m Not a Kid Anymore
<b>Easton </b><b>let </b><b>go </b>of Jean’s hand and instead <b>reached </b><b>out to </b><b>ruffle </b>her hair. <b>His </b>gaze was deep ind for “<b>That’s </b>why <b>I </b>wanted to thank you <b>if </b>you hadn’t warned <b>me</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>if </b><b>Vienna </b><b>hadn’t </b>taken a differen targeting someone close to me… If I’d let my guard downpletely, <b>I </b>really <b>might’ve </b><b>fallen </b>into here!
<b>Jean </b>scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, mumbling, “It was nothing <b>really</b><b>.. </b>I <b>just </b>happened to know a little more than most people…”
She trailed off, offering a vague and humble exnation.
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