Chapter 106
That night, Cyrus suddenly got a call. He answered to hear a woman and child sobbing uncontrollably, plus a raw man’s voice begging with desperation. Their cries cut through the speaker like nails on a chalkboard,
“Mr. Irwin, I’m begging you. I swear I know I screwed up. Just let my family go, please..” A man’s broken voice sobbed through the speaker.
Cyrus frowned slightly. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place who it belonged to
Then his goon’s voice came through. “Mr. Irwin, Mark got drunk and showed up at our club talking shit about you. Our guys are at his place
place now. Should we teach him a lesson? His voice turned real ugly at the end, dripping with malice.
“Mark“” Cyrus muttered. It clicked immediately who Mark was, “Oh, that traitor,” he sneered.
Toss him out of Sogin. Break his legs, Cyrus said casually, like he was ordering coffee
Just then, the things Mark had yelled at him flashed through his mind. “Cyrus, you’re a monster. You’ll get what’s coming to you. Your kids will burn in hell because of what you’ve done.”
The memory–made Cyrus’s brow tightened, a tight fist squeezing his chest. He quickly changed his mind. “Forget it. He’s just a disloyal mutt, Let him go.
He used to brush off insults like that. He never thought he’d have a kid anyway. But now he had Simone. Even if Mark was just spotting nonsense, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
His goon was stunned for a moment before cautiously asking, “Mr. Irwin, is that really you?“
“Don’t be stupid,” Cyrus snapped coldly.
Even after hanging up, the goon stood there scratching his head. He thought. This is weird. Mr. Irwin always gets bloody revenge for even tiny disrespects Mark dissed him bad, so how come he just
Whatever. Trying to figure out these big shots is a waste of brain cells. A nobody like me should just keep his head down
It was Saturday, and Kenneth Webster from the Webster family was celebrating his 60th birthday. The Irwin and Webster families had been close for r generations, so the Irwins were naturally on the guest list.
Even though the Webster family had lost some shine over the years, their deep roots and connections meant their place in Sogin’s high society was still rock solid.
Cyrus had work that night, so Graham look Simone and Winona to Kenneth’s party. Honestly, Graham hadn’t really wanted to bring Winona, but after she begged him over and over, he finally gave in.
Even though Graham had kicked Winona out of the house, she was still the granddaughter he’d watched grow up. He just couldn’t bring himself to
be that cold
Winona, though, wasn’t feeling grateful at all. She was fuming inside. Back in the day, Graham only took her to these fancy parties, but now he’d brought Simone along too
What really got under Winona’s skin was that Simone had shown up in a dress almost identical to ber—same color, even a similar style.
The worst part! On Simone, the white dress looked elegant and made her seem like a knockout with the perfect rich girl vibe. But on Winona, it just made her look bulkier, and honestly, a bit tarky.
Winona thought, “That batch was born with that man–killing face. Just showing up will steal every bit of attention tonight. She was green with envy, convinced Sumone planned this whole thing to make her look bad.
Despate fuming inside, Winona slapped on her fake–nice act. She flashed Simone a plastic smile and said, “Simone, dear, I heard you were adopted by the Spence family, and they even sent you overseas without giving you any pocket money.
That must’ve been rough. Het you don’t get invited to fancy parties like this much, huh?”
Simone had heard this exact same garbage from Stella a million times. She was totally over it
She listened with amusement, then snorted and fired back, “You’re right, I don’t attend many. After all, I’m not like you. You’re the Irwin family’s lile cuckoo who’s shameless enough to compete with Quins, the actual blood grandson, for both love and money?
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For years, Winona had strutted around with the Irwin name, soaking up all the spotlight. All the while, the real Irwin heir, got nothing but dirty looks and behind–the–back jokes
y whispered among
As soon as Simone finished, guests who knew the tea shot glances at Winona, their faces a mix of shock and judgment as they themselves.
“Winona’s just the Irwins‘ charity case. She really gets off on thinking she’s somebody, huh! Even trying to one–up Qui
Quinn?
The real Irwin i heir isn’t even here, but her she is wagging her tail. Shameless”“
Total cuckoo in the nest. Acting like she owns the
lawin family.
Ljust disappear
into the ground.
A wave of scornful stares landed on Winona. In ilai moment, she wished she could just
“You.” Winona hadn’t expected Simone to say something like that, and she couldn’t even come up with a comeback. The anger caught in her throat like a ishbone.
“Grandpa…” Winona choked out. She pouted as she gave Graham her
er best pute
puppy dog eyes, expecting him to jump in and defend her.
Hat Graham didn’t give her what she wanted. His face turned cold as he snapped, “Winona, don’t make a scene.”
Graham had seen everything between the two girls just now. He frowned slightly, and there was clear disappointment in his eyes as he looked at
“Winona’s really gone off the rails, Graham thought, sighing internally. He’d only agreed to bring her tonight because he’d watched her grow up and wanted to give her another chance. Now, it seemed he shouldn’t have brought her at all.
The look of disappointment from Graham shut Winona up instantly. She didn’t dare say another word.
Winona silently shifted her gaze 10 Simone, pure hatred flashing across her face. She wondered, “That bitch. Simone’s barely been back and „Grandpa’s already playing favorites, She’s nothing but a pretty face. Why does she get all his attention?”
Jealousy and rage bailed inside her like poison, her hatred for Simone reaching nuclear levels.
Just as the party was about to kick off, Kenneth came out with his grandson and granddaughter. He got the important guests settled before finally sitting down to chat with his old friend, Graham.
When Kenneth spotted Winona, his face instantly softened. “Winona, sweetie, you haven’t been by to see me in forever, he said, sounding genumely a little sad about it
A smug look flashed across Winona’s face. She immediately walked over, shouldering Freya Welister, Kenneth’s granddaughter, out of the way.
Then, smooth as silk, Winona hooked her arm through Kenneth’s and cooed, “Oh, Mr. Webster, I’ve been swamped with classes, that’s all. Please don’t be mad. I’ll come play chess with you in a couple of days, I promise,”
Kenneth frowned at Graham. “Graham, for real? Winona’s already amazing, and you’re schų piling g on extra classes? You’re gonna burn her out. And then who’s gonna be my chess partner, huh?”
Gralum was speechless. He hadn’t arranged any of it. It was all Winora’s idea
“Hey, don’t look at me,” Graljam said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t schedule a thing. That was all her.”
Kenneth let out a hearty laugh, looking at Winona with growing pride. “Wisona, you’re working too hard. If only Freya could be more like you.”
“Oh, Mr. Welister, Freya really does try hard, you know,” Winona sand, flashing Freya a fake sweet smile.
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