Chapter 1777
Eunice stood there, her poise as cool and striking as ever, a hint of disdain curving her lips. "An
apology for appearances? Spare us the fake remorse, really. You''ll just make Be sick."
"Right on the money, Eunice. No need for that," Bard chimed in with a dismissive wave. "It''s not like
those apologies ever meant anything to Be before, did they?"
"Let''s just drop it. Out of sight, out of mind," Darren sighed, shaking his head.
Just then, Arabe''s phone buzzed again, drawing everyone''s attention. Belinda, ever curious, was the
first to query, "Be, is that a new phone?"
"Romeo got it for me," Arabe replied. "The old one gave out. Before the nended at Reflections
Vi, we swung by the headquarters. Someone delivered it up to the helipad. It''s theirtest model,
hasn''t even hit the market yet."
"That Romeo, always thinking ahead," Belinda''s opinion of him soared. She''d seen the CCTV footage
of Martha tossing Be''s phone from the eighteenth floor and had been toying with the idea of getting
Be a custom phone. Little did she know Romeo would beat her to the punch.
Arabe nced at the new text message on her screen. It was a bank notification—she had just
received ten million dors, courtesy of Horace.
Soon after, a message from Horace popped up, [After that unfinished building went kaboom, seems
like Sean''s brains got a bit scrambled. He''s not just handing over the ind for free, he''s thrown in an
extra five million ''for candy''. That''s ten million in total, I''ve wired it over to you!]
Since Steward only had Horace''s banking details, he transferred ten million to Horace, who
immediately forwarded the funds to Arabe.
Arabe couldn''t fathom what Sean was ying at.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
She typed back, [Beef up security on the ind. If anyone tries to take it over or pulls any stunts, push
back hard. Don''t worry about the consequences.]
"Will do." Horace, puzzled by Sean''s antics but thrilled for Boss'' windfall, couldn''t help himself, "Boss,
you think Sean''s got a crush on you? Dropping that kind of cash, he''s definitely interested! I mean, you
are drop-dead gorgeous."
"Hah."
Like he stood a chance with Ophelia. He should look in the mirror before setting his sights on her
friend. Dream on!
At that moment, Louisa entered the living room. Noticing her daughter''s troubled expression, she took
a seat beside her and gently began, "Be, it''s been way too long since your brother came home. I''ve
given him an earful for it, but I just found out he''s been hurt. He didn''t want to worry us with the severity
of his injuries."
"He''s been hurt? What happened?" Arabe''s concern was immediate.
"His people wouldn''t say. Just that he''s out of surgery and okay now." Louisa watched her daughter
closely, soothingly adding, "It''s wrong, him noting home for so long, but don''t take it to heart."
Arabe wasn''t upset in the slightest, "I get it. My brothers are busy. It''s fine."
Louisa listened, surprised. Was her daughter not upset about this? Then what was bothering her? Oh.
It dawned on Louisa.
"Your brother''s wild, acts on impulse, but he''s got a good heart." She added, "He even asked me for
your number a while back. I said no, and he went to your father. He cares about you."
Arabe had never met Sean, but she listened intently.
"Your brother, he''s had it tough. Left the family business to Hans and struck out on his own. He''s had
his share of hardships. He''s the one who handles the dirty work, keeping our hands clean. He''s the
shield."
"Back when Hans first took over, an envious rtive nearly got him in a car ident. We had no proof
it was him, but your brother didn''t hesitate—put that rtive in the hospital. He''s always been aw
unto himself, and they knew we couldn''t rein him in."
But it wasn''t about control. He was destroying his image on purpose, using his own methods to protect
his family from the shadows.