But even if Sebastian had heard everything, so what? It didn't matter.
Felicia asked, "Is there something you need?" Her expression was indifferent, her attitude distant. She radiated an air that kept others at arm's length. Sebastian couldn't possibly miss that.
Feeling a bit awkward, Sebastian explained, "Things have been busy at home lately, so I haven't been able to come see you..."
Busy, indeed.
He had been busy with work and taking care of Kayla in the hospital, so much so that no one seemed to remember Felicia's existence.
"Mm-hmm. Is there anything else?" Felicia glanced back, adding, "I need to go. The store I want to buy from might close soon."
"Licia..." As Felicia turned to leave, Sebastian called after her while rubbing his temples. "Tomorrow is the weekend. You should come home."
Felicia hadn't returned home once since the engagement banquet two months ago.
The shadows of the trees obscured her slender silhouette, and under the chilly moonlight, she paused for a moment. She turned her head to say something before continuing to walk without looking back.
Sebastian didn't catch what she said.
What Felicia said was just a faint whisper, "Where do I even belong? That's not my home…"
...
For the sake of that 30 million dollars, Shawn loitered outside the Fuller residence all night.
Today was the deadline. If he didn't get the money by noon, Lance would surely find him and follow through with his threat to chop off his fingers.
After anxiously waiting, Kayla stepped out at 9:00 am.
As the little princess of the Fuller family, she had a dedicated driver. Shawn could only watch helplessly as the luxury car sped by and was unable to stop it.
"Fuck!" Shawn cursed under his breath, running frantically until he finally got an Uber after quite a distance.
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