I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 478

It won't happen again... hah. As if he thought there would be a next time!

I laughed, a cold, bitter sound. I tried to get up to get dressed, but then I saw my dress on the floor, torn to shreds. A fresh wave of fury washed over me.

But as furious as I was, I had learned through countless devastations to weigh my options.

What was done was done. There was no turning back. I needed to maximize my gains.

Wrapping the blanket around myself, I struggled to sit up. "I'm giving you two choices. One, I report you. Even if you manage to talk your way out of it, the pristine image the Lancaster family has cultivated for years will be ruined by you. It will undoubtedly cause you massive losses. Two, I don't report you, and you back off. Stop targeting my friends, and you're not allowed to threat Horace again."

Steven's eyes narrowed. "Whether you report me or not, I don't care. But since you're so unhappy, I can solve your friends' problems for you, as a way of repaying my debt. I'll help with Horace's situation too. After all—he did save your life."

My gaze was like a knife, slicing into him with deep scorn. "You really are something, acting all magnanimous after getting exactly what you wanted."

I didn't believe for a second that he had nothing to do with what happened to Horace and Rachel's father.

He was despicable, using these tactics to force me to submit to him.

Steven's lips curved slightly. "Think what you want. I'm just warning you—a man like me expects a return on his investment."

"Zephyra, it's time you came back to my side. You wouldn't want me to bully people, would you?"

Was that his way of admitting he did it? The situations with Rachel's father and Horace must have taken a lot of effort to orchestrate. They were major operations.

All just to force me back to his side, using any means necessary? If that was the case, then I had underestimated him, underestimated his obsession.

This seemed to be more than just a simple desire for possession.

Before I could answer, there was a knock on the door.

Steven went to open it and returned with a tray of exquisite food. There was the pasta I loved, and a soup.

All delicious and easy to digest—the foods that had become my favorites after I got sick in my past life.

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