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Chapter 1317 Forget About Getting Even A Penny
Byron's gaze was so filled with guilt that she could not comprehend.
Rosalie pursed her lower lip and held his hand with her free hand. "Such things will never happen to Estie again."
Lucian and Nox echoed in a childlike voice, "We'll protect our little sister too!"
Byron’s eyes gradually softened.
As his mood eased, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. "So many things happened today. I'll take Estie back to my
place tonight and let her calm down."
The most important thing now was that Rosalie knew Estie could not accept Melody.
She was afraid that Byron allowing Melody to stay over in the manor would greatly affect Estie's emotions.
Hearing her words, Estie hugged Rosalie's neck tightly, expressing that she wanted to be with her godmother.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtByron did not agree. "Take her to her bedroom to rest for a while. With you here, Estie won't pay too much
attention to other things."
Rosalie still hesitated.
Estie nodded vigorously.
'As long as Godmother's here, no matter who comes, I won't be afraid!'
When Rosalie looked at Estie's expectant eyes, she finally agreed and took the three little ones to Estie's bedroom.
Only Byron, Luther, and Kevin were left in the living room.
"P-President Lawrence..."
Kevin had seen Byron's anger toward Wendy. His tone was very cautious when he spoke for fear of offending him
again and ending up the same as Wendy.
Byron turned around, all the warmth on his face facing away and leaving only indifference. "How much do you
want?"
Kevin's eyes lit up, and he carefully put up three fingers. "3-30 million is fine. I'm not greedy!"
Byron turned his head and told Luther, "Give him 300,000. From tomorrow onward, I don't want to hear about him
in Somerland again!"
Kevin was instantly stunned.
'300,000? Did I hear correctly? That’s a hundred times lesser!
'30 million is just a drop in the bucket to Byron, so why won’t he give it to me?'
Luther took out a check for 300,000 and stuffed it into Kevin's chest pocket.
"Be content. You almost helped Wendy kill Little Lady, and you still want to get money from President Lawrence.
He's gracious enough to not want your life. Take this money and get lost!"
Kevin came back to his senses with a shudder, looked at the check in front of his chest, and then looked at the cold
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmface in front of him. He froze in place for a long time.
"Oh, President Lawrence! Please have mercy, I beg you to save me! I owe gambling debts, and if I don't pay, they'll
drown me!"
There were no emotions on Byron's face as if he had not heard a thing the man said.
Luther grabbed his arm and dragged him out. "Cut your crap, or you can forget about getting even a penny!"
Kevin kept struggling, but he could not break free from Luther's grip and was thrown out of the villa.
As the gate closed in front of his eyes, Kevin's face suddenly turned pale.
‘Wendy! It's all that woman’s fault! If it wasn't for her, how could I have fallen to this point?’
In the villa, Luther quickly walked up to Byron. "Master, it's been dealt with. Before tomorrow, those people in the
gambling den will know his
whereabouts."
Byron nodded.
Luther carefully glanced at the back garden again. "Master, the decorations in the back garden..."
With that, Byron's face softened a little as he walked over there.
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