Chapter 87
Chapter 87:
Rylie didn’t return the glance. She simply turned to Kendrick and said, “Grandpa, I’ll sign for my delivery and get ready for my appointment p>
With a gentle nod, Kendrick said, “Go on, Rylie. Don’t keep them waiting.” A faint smile lingered on Rylie’s lips as she stepped away.
Elsewhere, in Deandre’s study, Leland and Kenneth were fighting desperately to save what remained of their family businesses.
Impatience radiated from Deandre as he leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp and unforgiving. “It was the Dury family who violated the agreement first, so my brother is within his rights to reclaim the project. The Kirks chose to ally themselves with the Durys — now you’ll have to live with the consequences p>
Sweat began to bead along Leland’s brow. “Mr. Owen, I think there’s been a mistake. We’re ready to make reparations for the losses. Couldn’t you give us another opportunity p>
A bitter, cold laugh slipped from Deandre. “A second chance? Do you remember how your family tormented my sister all those years just to please Stacey? And now you stand here asking for mercy p>
Leland’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Your sister p>
At that exact moment, the door swung open, and Marcus entered, his tone even and composed. “Deandre, Grandfather wanted me to relay this: from today forward, neither the Kirks nor the Durys are allowed to set foot in Owen Group or the residence p>
A rebellious smirk flickered on Deandre’s lips. “About time. I’m done with the polite act. Honestly, I’m itching for a real fight with those two families p>
Shock hit Leland like a blow, draining the color from his face. Kenneth, collapsed in defeat, stared at his hands and whispered, “We’re finished… there’s nothing left p>
With a cold glint in his eye, Deandre rose and motioned to the door. “You can show yourselves out now p>
Meanwhile, Rylie was collecting her delivery at the entrance when the Kirk family appeared again. From across the way, Tessa shouted, “Rylie! I was wrong! Please, forgive me p>
Without a word or a flicker of emotion, Rylie signed for her parcel, nausea rising in her throat, and walked away without looking back.
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Inside the Morgan residence, a quiet tension lingered.
Naval drills had just wrapped up, and Brock finished briefing Brad on military affairs before moving on to the latest Morgan family updates. “The Owen family’s $300 million business district bid just went public. Our team is already negotiating, and we expect the contract to be sealed next week. You’ve also received an invitation to the medical school’s hundredth anniversary, and there’s a charity gala tonight. In two days, the aerospace tech expo opens — they’re eager to know if you’ll attend p>
Brad fiddled with the military formations on the sand table before him, not even raising his head. “I need to focus on recovery. Set aside everything except the Owen deal p>
Only the most important items warranted his attention now; all distractions could wait.
“Yes, sir.” Brock gave a crisp salute and slid the Owen project folder closer. A question drifted out as Brad’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the latest from the Owens p>
A thoughtful pause stretched while Brock sorted his thoughts — Brad was surely asking about Rylie. “Miss Owen’s engagement to Fred Dury was called off not long ago. Then the Owens abruptly pulled out of the three-hundred-million-dollar project, plunging both the Kirk and Dury families into chaos. With bankruptcy on the horizon, they’ve turned their bitterness toward Miss Owen. Moreover, the Wilde family — the giants in medicine — are watching her closely. Strangely, though, every shadow they sent her way has disappeared. Our guess? Miss Owen orchestrated their removal herself. The Owens seem to be in the dark. There are also a few assassination bounties on her head, but so far, no one has made a move p>