NovelEnglishChapter 152
The night breeze drifted lazily through the air, carrying the delicate, heady scent of blooming flowers. Trevor
chose not to turn on the lights, letting the soft glow from the window bathe the room in a muted luminescence.
Pulling out his phone, he began to watch the surveillance footage. The video showed the brief moments of his
clash with Angela before Dexter's men subdued him and took her. He had kept this recording for days, the
thought of erasing it never crossing his mind.
Trevor had known of Dexter's existence since childhood. Dexter had always been exceptional, a benchmark his
mother never failed to remind him of—stay driven and work hard to keep up with Dexter.
Driven by this, Trevor had spent years observing Dexter in secret. He studied his every move, mimicked his
actions, and analyzed his successes-all in the hope of one day surpassing him.
Dexter was undeniably remarkable, a fact Trevor begrudgingly accepted.
Recently, Trevor's observations had uncovered something fascinating. Dexter and Angela's relationship wasn't as
harmonious as it seemed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDexter loved her, though he seemed oblivious to his own feelings. Meanwhile, Angela, once deeply in love with
Dexter, had inexplicably turned against him.
"Angela..." Trevor's voice was a whisper as he gently caressed her cold, distant face on the screen. A faint smile
played on his lips, as if he had unraveled an important truth.
The next day passed quickly. That evening, the Bamfords gathered for dinner at Bamford Manor. Everyone was
present except for Miles' son Mateo Bamford, who was studying overseas.
Angela, Fiona, and Dexter arrived punctually to find the rest of the family already seated.
"Fiona, what took you so long? We were just talking about you!"
Cecilia, a lively teenage girl bursting with energy, spotted Angela and rushed over. Her enthusiasm was
infectious, lifting the spirits of those around her.
Angela returned Cecilia's greeting with a warm smile, her gaze shifting to Ursula, who stood silently beside
Cecilia.
Angela exchanged a few polite
words with Ursula, but the conversation felt distant. Fiona, meanwhile, remained quiet. She didn't want to be
there, but Joseph had insisted.
"Is everyone here?" Natalie's voice rang out from the second floor.
Angela looked up and immediately spotted Trevor. He was unrecognizable.
The man who had once seemed like
a dark, menacing devil when he captured her now stood there
looking Cordinary. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, his hair neatly combed, he resembled a
cheerful schoolboy.
Though his features were unchanged, the oppressive gloom that had once surrounded him was gone, replaced
by an almost disarming brightness.
Angela frowned. People who could transform themselves so completely unnerved her the most.
"Why are you here too?" Natalie asked, her tone sharp with surprise as she descended the stairs. Her expression
soured at the sight of Fiona.
"I'll leave now," Fiona said quickly, turning to go as if she had expected this.
Angela moved to follow, but Joseph appeared, blocking their path.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Fiona is an essential member of our family," Joseph said firmly, "She's not going anywhere."
Natalie's face twisted in fury, but she
held her tongue. She had an
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important announcement to make tonight, and Fiona's
presence-though unwanted-would serve a purpose. It would ensure no one dared to underestimate Trevor ever
again.
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