Chapter 250 If Finn Wasn’t My Uncle
Chapter 250 If Finn Wasn’t My Uncle
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Nadine had just smiled gleefully when Zack, surprisingly, decided to be smart for once.
His gaze locked sharply on her. “And why should I believe you?”
The confident curve at the corner of her lips froze for a moment. She quickly recovered and tilted her chin slightly. “It’s fine if you don’t believe me. What about Mr. Lock? Do you believe him?”
She looked right into his eyes without wavering, and that made Zack hesitate.
He got to his feet. “Then I’ll wait until Mr. Lock says it himself.”
After all…
He rubbed his hands together as a certain elegant face shed in his mind.
Nadine bit her lip, silently cursing him for refusing to take the bait, yet she could only force a pleasant smile. “Fine. I’ll go to Finn right after this.”
In the end, it was the mention of Finn that made Zack, who had been looking for trouble, drop
the matter.
Meanwhile, Tess was meeting Lyra at the highest floor of Aetheris’s revolving sky restaurant.
Lyra set down her drink that had arrived first. “What do you want me to do?”
Tess raised her brows slightly, clearly not expecting such directness. She ced her own ss down and looked at Lyra earnestly. “The rumors online are spreading wildly. They’re hurting my career—and my friends as well. I’d like to ask you to help set the record straight.”
Lyra’s fingers tightened on the delicate ss. “But there were so many people present that day. Do you know why the rumors are still spreading, even growing?”
She looked up to study Tess’s expression.
“I’ve guessed,” Tess said with a softugh.
She was calmer than Lyra had expected.
Her gaze met Lyra’s without flinching. “And you? Have you epted it?”
A brief silence hung in the air before Lyra shook her head, breaking it. “As a presiding judge, I <ul><li></li></ul>
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can refuse to ept it. But the moment I speak out to clear your name, it will be the same as overturning my superiors‘ table and pping my colleagues in the face.”
Tess’s heart sank upon hearing that.
She sighed. “I didn’t think it through. I’m sorry for putting you in such a difficult position.”
“Mhm.”
Lyra’s brows were drawn together. Though her face still carried a trace of childlike delicacy, the tension there made her intimidating.
That was the end of the subject. Tess wouldn’t press her for more. She called a waiter over to hurry the food along. “Then let’s just treat this as a get–together.”
She smiled warmly at Lyra.
But Lyra seemed caught off guard. Her puzzled gaze flicked to Tess as an inexplicable tremor stirred in her chest.
“No, thanks,” she said, standing up.
Right now, Tess was at the very center of public controversy. Getting too entangled with her would do Lyra no good.
Lowering hershes, Lyra added quietly, “You’d better keep an eye on the intiff’s attorney from that day. She has quite a background.”
Tess’s eyes widened in surprise.
She had known Nadine was involved, but she hadn’t expected Lyra to bring it up herself.
“Thank you,” Tess said solemnly.
Lyra picked up her leather briefcase and left without another word.
The seat across from Tess was suddenly empty–only for a new figure to slide into it naturally momentster.
Tess looked up, her brows twitching slightly when she saw the mboyant, handsome man in a fitted motorcycle jacket.
She had deliberately chosen a secluded window seat, but Abel’s arrival immediately drew curious nces toward her.
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He didn’t care in the slightest. Leaningzily on one arm, he looked at her with bored eyes. “Tough situation?”
Tess’s lips twitched. She was beginning to suspect Abel had been following her.
She had enough on her te already and no patience to deal with him–especially given her past attitude toward him. Even if he hadn’t taken offense, being alone together still felt awkward.
“If you want to eat, stay,” she said, grabbing her bag to leave.
Abel followed her helplessly. “Tess, what difference would it make if you came to me?”
“I’m not just refusing toe to you, I’m telling you not to get involved at all.”
Tess’s path was blocked by him, and she red up at him.
Abel’s tall frame trembled faintly, the easy arrogance on his face slipping away, his usual fiery energy now veiled in a thinyer of sorrow.
Unwilling to give in, he tightened his grip on Tess’s wrist for the first time, forcing her to face him. “Why is it that even with the fire already at your doorstep, you still refuse to ept my help?”
Annoyance flickered in Tess’s eyes. She tried to yank her wrist free, but it didn’t budge. She red at him and said, “Abel, look at me clearly. I was Finn’s wife. Our marriage may have fallen apart, but we’re still bound byw. What right do you have to help me? How could I possibly ept help from my ex–husband’s nephew?”
Her words were sharp and cold.
Abel’s lips parted.
<i>My </i><i>help </i>had <i>nothing </i><i>to </i><i>do </i>with <i>Uncle </i><i>Finn</i>.
And she knew <i>that</i>…
A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but he still didn’t loosen his grip.
“Tess, is your refusal really because of my connection to Uncle Finn?
“If Finn wasn’t my uncle…”
Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.