“Was it you?”
A warm amber lamp flickered on in the room. Owen’s face, twisted with fury, was suddenly just inches from Laura’s. His hand clamped around her throat and he growled through his teeth, “Did you tell Adelaide?”
Laura couldn’t breathe. Most people would panic, but in that life-or-death moment, she just stared back at Owen, icy and distant, almost like she’d already left her body behind. Even as her face flushed red from the lack of air, she somehow managed a chilling smile.
Something about that look sent a jolt through Owen. He yanked his hand back as if burned.
Air rushed into Laura’s lungs. The shock of it made her cough uncontrollably as she gripped her throat, struggling for breath.
Even then, she didn’t look away from Owen. Her voice came out rough, but steady. “So what if the old woman died? Why are you so upset about it?”
Owen’s expression darkened.
The old woman…
Ever since he was a kid, Owen always felt that Adelaide favored Franco. She always had an excuse. Something about being the eldest grandson, about how Franco grew up beside her because his parents died young and she felt sorry for him. That was why he got everything. The White Group. The family name. Petty.
Owen could never accept it. When Franco’s parents died, Owen’s father was made head of the White Group. Then one day, Franco returned from the army, and suddenly Adelaide insisted Owen’s father step aside and give everything back to Franco, saying it was his all along.
And of course, his father actually handed everything back.
Fine. If he couldn’t win at status, Owen would just find his own way to take it all back from Franco. But Petty… That was different.
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