Chapter 1771
"Let''s just call it even on the previous debt, okay?"
"And after it''s squared?"
Sean could tell his sister was in a sour mood, probably still stewing over the breakup with Timothy. She
was clearly not in the best of spirits.
What to do?
How to cheer her up?
His eyes flit to Steward, who was clueless for ideas. Ms. Be was sure to be holding a grudge,
especially after Sean had threatened to skin her alive and leave her out at the mountain. How could he
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possibly make her forget all that and sidestep the issue in such a short time.
That''s it!
There was another connection between Sean and Ms. Be – Ophelia Almond!
With this thought, Steward gave Sean a knowing look, as if he had just concocted the perfect n.
Complimenting Ms. Be''s good friend, and throwing in some praises for Ms. Be herself, ought to do
the trick, right?
Arabe, noticing their covert exchange of nces, was even more convinced they were up to no
good.
Catching onto Steward''s silent cues, Sean turned to his sister and asked, "You know Ophelia, right?"
He was about to sing Ophelia''s praises, and by extension, celebrate how all the excellent people she
knew were just like her.
But Arabe''s expression turned even icier as she cut through his intentions, "You''re after my friend?
With your reputation for being a womanizer, fickle-hearted, leaving kids in a bind, allowing your crew to
harass other team''s female members, gouging prices, selling an ind for billions to different buyers,
tossing people onto the mountain on a whim, and threatening to skin people alive. Stay away from my
friend!"
Sean was left dumbfounded, his smile freezing on his face. Was this really how he appeared in his
sister''s eyes?
Without another word, Arabe spun on her heel and walked away, but not before instructing the
doorman, "Keep an eye out. If either of them tries toe in, you have my permission toy them out."
The doorman was shocked. This was the first time anyone had disrespected Sean to his face, not just
disrespecting but leaving him out in the cold.
After all these years, who had the guts to give Sean the cold shoulder?
Let alone chew him out.
No wonder Sean was a mess on the outside; it was no surprise that Ms. Be was upset.
Wait, no, he didn''t hear anything. What Sean was like outside, he had no idea.
With that, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness towards Sean
and Steward.
Tough luck, but with Ms. Be being the family''s darling, he didn''t dare cross her. If she said they
couldn''te in, he''d rather die than leave his post.
Steward, too, was staggered by Arabe''s tirade and after a moment turned to Sean, swallowing hard,
"Sean, your image in your sister''s eyes seems pretty tarnished."
"Shut it," Sean snapped back, irritated. "You think you''re any better?"
Just now his sister had made it clear – neither of them was wee. Both meant him and Steward!
"It''s all because of your terrible idea. Now she''s even more upset," Sean grumbled, standing outside
his own home, wanting to go in but afraid of angering his sister. He nced at the doorman, who
quickly ducked into the security booth, not daring to open the door for him.
Damn!
He didn''t even want to go in. Even if the door was wide open, would he dare step inside?
Was the doorman seriously this scared? Hiding in the booth like a coward. And he was supposed to
protect their home?
"Sean, maybe you should sit down for a bit." Steward suggested as he pulled a folding camping chair
out of the trunk, set it up, and ced it by the door. "It''s freezing out here, and your injury hasn''t
healed."
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"Just get rid of it," Sean growled, more agitated than before. "If my sister wants me to stand, do you
think I could sit? Trying to get me into more trouble? Are you asking for a smack?"
If Arabe saw him loungingfortably in that chair from inside the house, she''d probably be even
more infuriated.