Chapter <b>103 </b>


    “Megan, how are you feelingtely?” Ynda asked.


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    She couldn’t help but wonder if Greg had really stopped causing trouble. Guys like him don’t change overnight. But now that Megan was pregnant–and with hormones in the mix–she was even more glued to him than before.


    Megan was quiet for a few seconds before she replied, sounding totally content. “He’s been home with me. every day. Is the studio giving you any trouble?”


    “Not really. Ian isn’t blowing up yet, so it’s not like there’s a ton happening. Charles handed me Starlight Entertainment, so I’ll go over and take charge when I get the chance. Is Greg with you right now?”


    “Nope, he went out to get me some tofu pudding. I just suddenly had a craving for it.”


    “Okay, just make sure to look after yourself. By the time your babyes, I’m sure our studio will be running like clockwork,” Ynda said.


    Starlight Entertainment might not be much in the eyes of the Sinir Group, but in the entertainment scene, it was far from a nobody. Back in the day, they helped turn unknowns into movie kings and queens. But over the


    past five years, the


    instant.


    After hanging up, Ynda decided to head to the hospital to bring William back to the orphanage. His health was slowly improving, but staying at the hospital while worrying about the kids was actually slowing down his


    recovery.


    She drove into the parking lot, but before she could even get out of her car, she spotted a man wearing a mask lurking nearby, looking suspicious.


    Thest argument she’d had with Greg was still fresh in her mind. She was almost sure it was him.


    Her heart tightened. There was no way Greg showing up here was just a coincidence–he was probably waiting on purpose.


    She lowered hershes, and as a thought crossed her mind, a cold glint shed in her eyes.


    Greg was still lurking, scoping out the parking lot with that sketchy, stakeout vibe, when–wham!-something mmed into the back of his head. ckness crashed over him, and he dropped t, unconscious.


    When he finally came around, the reek of gasoline filled his nostrils. He nced down in panic–he was drenched in the stuff.


    Ynda was standing right beside him, gripping his lighter tight.


    Greg’s pupils contracted in raw terror. He reflexively parted his lips for a scream, but before any sound escaped, Ynda’s voice cut in cold: “You so much as make a noise, I’ll set you on fire.”


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    The lighter flicked on with a snap, and a tiny me sprang to life, hovering dangerously close to his gasoline-


    soaked clothes.


    His face turned ghostly pale, and he trembled, not daring to utter a single word.


    The wound on his head was still throbbing, but he kept his mouth shut, not daring to say anything that might piss Ynda off. He swallowed nervously, worried that me woulde for him at any moment.


    Ynda stared him down. “Greg, I’m going to ask, you answer. If Megan hadn’t begged mest time, I swear you wouldn’t be standing here now. This is your final warning.”


    Greg’s reply was barely more than a breath, afraid even a hint of loudness would piss her off.


    Ynda was even crazier than those loan sharks. He was genuinely scared stiff.


    “Who put you up toing after mest time?” Ynda’s voice was cold.


    Greg’s lips quivered. For a second, he thought about sticking to his denial–but then he saw her chilling smile. “How much are you into those people for? I’ll bail you out, but don’t kid yourself. If they set you up once, they’ll do it again. I’ll pay for you this time, but next time? You think you’re gonna get a second chance, but from the beginning, you were just their prey. To them, you’re beneath notice–just a disposable pawn to mess with me.”


    Ynda flicked the lighter in her hand, her eyes steady as ice. “Megan’s carrying your baby. I called her just now–she said you went out for tofu pudding. She keeps reminiscing about how good you used to be. Makes me wonder: how does someone who was once so decent turn into this? Was it gambling that ruined you, or were you always this kind of person and just kept your real self hidden all along?”


    Greg started struggling, shouting, “What the hell would you know?! Maybe I’m trash to Megan now, but I was genuine as hell before! If I’m lying, let lightning strike me! Who the hell are you to erase my past—who hasn’t been proud, or na?ve, once in their life?!”


    His cheeks burned with humiliation. He’d taken plenty of shame as a gambler, but somehow, right now, it stung worse than ever.


    Ynda pped him–twice, sharp and loud. “If I hadn’t tied you up today, let me guess–you were gonna do the same to me, pull the same sick stunt you triedst time?”


    Greg bit back his words, jaw clenched, eyes burning red. “Just you wait!”


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    Ynda sneered, “You only know how to bully women. If anything happens to Megan one day, it’ll be all on you–you’ll be the one who ruins her.”


    She kicked the chair over with a crash and stomped her foot hard on his chest, holding him down.


    Greg started out yelling a couple of times, but soon he just curled up, shivering and barely making a sound.


    His resistance all but vanished, and he stayed silent, just hunched over, not daring to speak.


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    Ynda lost her patience. “Spit it out–who put you up toing after me?”


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    “Say it!” Ynda snapped.


    “Boss Sheng… I heard them call him that on the phone. I still owe them three million. Don’t let Megan find out…” Greg finally muttered.


    “Card number,” Ynda demanded.


    She sent the money right away. “This is thest shot you’re ever getting. If there’s even a shred of decency left in you, think about your kid. If not, I’ll make sure you vanish from Megan’s life–and your kid will grow up calling someone else ‘dad.”


    Greg curled up on the ground, jaw locked in silence, trembling uncontrobly.


    Ynda walked out, not bothering to check his restraints. She hadn’t tied them tight–he’d be able to get free after a bit of squirming.


    She went upstairs to sign William out of the hospital, only to see an iing call from May on her phone. May was probably calling about Renee Sinir. Who knows what kind of trouble she was getting into back at the Sinir mansion–endless scolding and, most likely, another round of getting forced to kneel as punishment.


    Ynda was just over it. She used to bend over backwards for the Sinir family because she was into Charles, but now she couldn’t care less, so why keep letting them walk all over her?


    She set her phone to mute. If anyone asked, she’d just shrug and say she never even heard it.


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