NovelEnglishChapter 267 Banquet Hall, Lounge Giselle had just finished her conversation with Ryan, her goal neatly achieved, and was about to return to the banquet hall when her phone buzzed with a call from Leonard.
He didn't waste ton pleasantries. He told her he'd be leaving early and had already arranged a private car to take her hafter the event. No explanation, no chance for her to protest-he simply hung up.
Giselle stared at her phone, her cheerful mood soured by the abrupt dial tone. Leonard was always like this: cold, dismissive, never bothering to treat her with a shred of courtesy.
But soon, she thought, her lips curling into a sly smile-once she and Lysander were married and she becMrs. Montgomery, things would change. She'd finally have the standing to put Leonard in his place. He'd learn to obey, whether he liked it or not.
Crimson Gardens A sleek black car sped through the night, pulling up at the front steps of a stately villa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeonard—a tall, imposing figure-stepped out and strode straight through the doors. In the living room, he found Harper pacing anxiously, worry etched across her face.
Before Harper could speak, Leonard gave a curt shake of his head, his expression unreadable, and headed alone upstairs to the study.
He pushed open the heavy door.
The main lights were off; only a single desk lamp cast a dim, yellow glow over the room, throwing the man behind the desk into deep shadow. The elegant lines of his face were blurred by darkness, but the sharp glint of his eyes was unmistakable—a gaze that felt like an arrow aimed right at Leonard.
The air was thick, oppressive.
Leonard hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He took a few measured steps toward the desk, then spoke in a low, controlled voice. "Sir, your head injury hasn't fully healed. Leaving the hospital now will only slow your recovery." "If I hadn't left, how would I know the dog at hwas getting rebellious?" Lysander's voice was icy, laced with warning.
Leonard bowed his head. "I'll accept whatever punishment you see fit." "Punishment?" The lamp's dim light caught Lysander's features, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. For a brief moment, his lips curled into a cold, ambiguous smile.
"Don't you think you owean explanation first?" Leonard stayed silent.
"Speak!" Leonard's fingers trembled at his side, but his tone remained calm. "Ma'am was on the verge of a breakdown at the time. She needed sspace to-" Crash.
A paperweight flew through the air, slamming squarely into Leonard's forehead before clattering to the floor. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room. Blood trickled down from the cut above his brow, but Leonard's expression didn't change; he didn't even flinch, as if pain simply didn't register.
Lysander pressed a hand flat on the desk, fury burning in his eyes. After a moment, he reined it in, his gaze turning cold and inscrutable.
"Leonard, you've overstepped your bounds." Leonard said nothing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLysander's voice was icy. "Where is she now?" "Forrest is with her at the house in Willow Lane. Security is tight. Our people are watching-she rarely goes out, and when she does, it's always to crowded public places, never for long. We haven't found a good opportunity to make a move. I've already notified the airline under your name: the moment she's seen at the airport, we'll be alerted." Leonard's report was brief, direct.
"Keep watching her. The minute she leaves Willow Lane, you call me. I'll handle it myself." "Yes, sir."
Suddenly, Lysander asked, "Leonard, how many years have you been with me?" "Since junior year of high En school. Fourteen years."
"Fourteen years." Lysander leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the armrest. "You know how much h hate being lied to, Leonard-and yet you went ahead anyway. When this is over, you're leaving the country. I don't need headstrong dogs who can't follow orders." "Understood."
Leonard didn't argue. Once the master made up his mind, no one could change it least of all him, not η.
after what he'd done. "You can go." Blood still trickling down his face, Leonard turned and silently left the study.
Elsewhere, the evening's banquet was finally winding down.
After saying goodbye to Nathaniel, Mila gathered Julian and joined Forrest for the drive back to Willow Lane.
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