Chapter 68
Chapter 68:
Deandre was walking two separate paths. One as a mafia heir. The other as a scientist pushing the boundaries of bioscience.
One identity destroyed lives, while the other tried to save them. Rylie couldn’t help but find him fascinating.
After getting the company address from Felix, she hopped on her motorcycle and took off.
Elsewhere, Fred had brought Casper—his future father-in-law—to the company. He hoped to secure a place for the Kirk family in the project and maybe earn a share of the profits.
As Fred parked near the entrance, he adjusted his tie and turned to Casper. “The Owen family used to be nobles back in Kouhron. They’re nothing like us. They care about proper manners and old-school etiquette. That’s part of why they picked us. It’s how I carry myself. So once we’re inside, just let me do the talking. Try not to say much p>
The smug tone rubbed Casper the wrong way. Still, given how fast the Dury family was climbing and how his own business was falling apart, he forced a smile and nodded. “I get it. I’ll watch myself p>
They stepped out of the car and entered the lobby of the Owen Group. Right away, they spotted someone unexpected.
Rylie stood near the reception desk, a helmet tucked under one arm. Her black jacket clung neatly to her frame, giving her the look of someone who belonged on a racetrack, not in an office building. She was speaking to the receptionist.
“I’m here to deliver something to Deandre Owen p>
The receptionist looked up briefly and asked, “Do you have an appointment p>
Rylie paused. “No p>
“Then you can’t go up,” the woman replied, eyes on her computer. “You’ll need to speak with the assistant and come back another time p>
Rylie stood silent. Felix hadn’t mentioned needing clearance. After thinking it over, she spoke again. “I’m his sister. I don’t need an appointment p>
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That earned her a sharp laugh. The receptionist tossed her a look dripping with scorn. “You must’ve heard wrong p>
“Something about the Owen daughter showing up today,” she said. “But do you honestly think you look like an Owen p>
She gave Rylie a full once-over and continued, “Have you even looked in a mirror? Women try all sorts of things to get into Mr. Owen’s office, but that excuse? That’s a first p>
A few nearby employees paused their tasks, drawn in by the rising tension.
“Since the Owen Group set up shop here in Crolens,” the receptionist went on, her voice rising, “We’ve had people showing up daily pretending to be family. But you?” She narrowed her eyes, punctuating her words with extra weight. “You’re the only one who walked in looking like you just came off a racetrack p>
Rylie held back a sigh. “I truly am p>
With an impatient flick of her wrist, the receptionist interjected, “That’s enough out of you. Any more trouble and I’ll get security involved.” Her gaze swept over Rylie dismissively. “If you’re going to fake your way in, at least put some effort into your outfit. Learn how to dress like a lady from a wealthy family before pretending p>
A quiet laugh escaped Rylie. “Wasn’t the Owen family’s daughter missing all these years, though p>