<b>Chapter </b>157
Ynda raised an eyebrow, clearly couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.
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Leo trailed after her, grinding his teeth in frustration. “So that’s your reaction after I kissed you? Does that mean any random guy could just walk up and kiss you? Are you really that easy?”
He knew exactly how to push her buttons.
Ynda got into her car, grabbed a bottle of water from the seat, twisted off the cap, and dumped it straight onto his face.
Leo was chilled to the bone, wiping water off his face. “You-”
Ynda hit the gas, sticking her hand out the window and flipping him off.
Leo stood there, water dripping from his chin, but strangely, he didn’t feel angry at all when he saw her middle finger.
‘Damn, she’s so freaking cute,’ he thought.
Who said she was ever a good girl…?
He stood there and touched his lips, pissed at the thought that all Ynda did was p him.
‘Seriously, is that all I get for crossing the line? Just a p?‘ Leo muttered to himself.
‘So, any guy can just kiss her, huh?‘
His anger red up again. Leo had no idea why he still felt so damn bothered–so he shot her a message.
[“Just remember, you’re a woman–if some guy tries to force a kiss on you, you should call the police, you get me?“<b>] </b>
After sending that, Leo still felt restless<b>, </b>so he shot off another text.
[“Honestly, I really did mistake you for someone else. Like hell I’d ever want to kiss a loose woman like you.“]
But after he sent it, all he got was a red exmation mark.
‘Isn’t she supposed to be driving?‘ Leo thought.
So he just dialed her number.
Ynda’s tone was icy. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”
Frustrated, Leo kicked at a pebble and snapped, “Why are you even checking messages while driving? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”
Ynda just curled her lip and hung up on him.
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When Ynda got back to Moonbay Estate and finished her shower, someone knocked on her bedroom door. Charles stood there, his voice soft. “Why are you back sote?”
Yawning, she replied, “I was hanging out with Megan.”
The moment Megan’s name came up, Charles instantly looked a bit sheepish and kept quiet.
He was standing there in pajamas, fresh from the shower, with the robe belt hanging so loose it looked like it could drop any second.
He had the kind of body that could turn heads, and showing up at this hour–well, he probably wasn’t just hoping for ate–night chat.
Ynda had just stuffed herself and was in that unbothered, post–meal mood. She didn’t spare him a second nce before mming the door in his face.
As she turned away, Ynda frowned, a little crease forming between her brows.
She whipped out her phone and dropped a private post on Twitter, making sure only Joelle Monroe could see it. Back when Charles was with Joelle, Ynda had already followed her ount.
She attached a picture of that exclusive ck credit card.
With just one spicy caption: “Hubby gave me this for peace of mind, but tonight he seems ready to make a baby with me. Ugh, I’m so stressed!”
Babies were always a sensitive topic–especially if it was Charles’s kid. There’s no way Joelle would just brush this off; honestly, she might even rush back home tonight.
Plus, the media back home was already hyping up Joelle’seback, and you could bet that was all her doing. Joelle’s goal was clear: she wanted to make a scene and make sure Charles couldn’t ignore her return.
After posting that tweet, Ynda just crashed into bed.
When she woke up, the entertainment news was blowing up, saying Joelle was heading back to Beloris in three days.
Ynda breathed a sigh of relief. She’d barely left the gates of Moonbay Estate when her phone buzzed with a call–it was Edward.
“Hey Ynda, I’m waiting for you at Starry Café,” Edward said.
Ynda scrunched up her brow, then spun the wheel and headed that way.
She wasn’t dumb. She knew Edward hadn’t handed her some slow–burn drug that would only cause problems years down the line.
Just one or two pills and Charles would be a goner, no question. But now, days had gone by and Charles was perfectly fine. So Edward was starting to suspect she’d been trying to fool him.
As soon as Ynda sat down, Edward sneered, “Did you see the headlines today? Joelle Monroe’s back.”
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Everyone in the Sinir family knew Charles waspletely hung up on Joelle Monroe, and marrying
Ynda was just him acting out of spite towards her.
Ynda didn’t say a word, just stared at her coffee.
Edward’s voice was almost threatening. “Did you swap out the meds?”
“Uncle…” Ynda began, “I-”
She hadn’t even finished before Edward’s phone rang. It was Wyatt: Charles had copsed.
There was a sh of triumph in Edward’s eyes as he shot to his feet, but he faked concern in his voice. “Charles is okay, right? Have they already taken him to the hospital?” Edward asked, pretending to care.
Whatever Wyatt said on the other end clearly did the trick–Edward hung up, barely able to wipe the grin off his face.
“So, Charles fainted. Guess he’s tougher than I thought, managed tost a few days. Listen, Ynda, Joelle Monroe’sing back, and we all know this spot was always hers for the taking. You might as well grab a ticket and get out now. Don’t me me for not giving you a heads up,” Edward said, his tone oozing satisfaction.
With a smug smile, he strode out and got into his car.
Ynda swirled her coffee, thinking, ‘Charles is totally ying the long game here. He knows exactly what Edward’s up to, knew he couldn’t resisting to test me tonight–and the guy’s practically about to crack!
Charles was stretching out this whole poisoning act just to see Edward lose control.
Ynda took a sip and let out a sigh. ‘Those Sinir uncles might think they’re slick, but when ites down to it, none of them can outy Charles!’
Not long after, Ynda’s phone buzzed–it was Wyatt, his voice booming with authority. “Get to the hospital.”
Ynda answered obediently, “Yes, sir,” not daring to defy, and didn’t hesitate as she hurried straight to the hospital.
Charles looked seriously ill lying there on his hospital bed, his face white as a sheet. The Sinir family crowded around the doctor, all demanding to know what was going on, but the doctor just kept repeating stuff about heart palpitations and organ failure.
These symptoms matched exactly what that drug was supposed to do. Edward Sinir finally felt at ease, his grin almost impossible to hide. ‘Charles is finished. There’s no cure for this poison–the docs can only watch his organs shut down, bit by bit. At best, he’s got a month left, Edward gloated inwardly.
Edward took a deep breath and nted himself right next to Wyatt. “Dad, why don’t you go home and get
some rest?”
Wyatt’s face was tight with worry–Charles had always been his favorite grandson. “Charles, where are you feeling unwell?”
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Charles dropped his gaze, lookingpletely wiped out. “Let Ynda stay. The rest of you, leave I just want some quiet,” he said, sounding exhausted.
Wyatt got to his feet, nodded at Charles, then fussed over him with a stream of warnings before finally heading out, still reluctant.
Everyone else from the Sinir family quietly made their way out.
Ynda sat beside the hospital bed, reaching for the water pitcher, but just then the door swung open–it was Dn.
Thest time she’d seen Dn was probably back when he had that fight with May.
Ynda instantly stood up and called out, “Dad.”
Charles’s own father, Dn, was thest one to arrive. He took a seat, his tone cool and detached. “What happened? Why did he suddenly copse?”
Just then, May stormed in, her face twisted with anger. She’d been dealing with the hospital paperwork and now she shoved Dn hard.
“Why didn’t you just wait until the funeral to show up? I bet you were off with that bitch!” May snapped.
First Renee’s ident, and now Charles–May had been on edge for weeks.
Her husband wasn’t there for her, hadn’t been home in ages, and now she just lost it.
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