Chapter 49 Fiercely Protective
The men took off after him.
Naomi was stunned.
Ibo is this guy?
She turned to Scott, then glanced at Zander. “He’s Ms. Willis… Zander hesitated. Since Jemima and Julius weren’t officially divorced yet, calling him an ex–husband might only cause her more trouble with Julius. So instead, he said, “Husband”
Husband! Jemima’s married?
Naomi was caught off guard. All the emotions she’d been holding in suddenly felt pointless.
Meanwhile. Daryl, who had been running in circles around the office, was finally caught.
Just as Julius’s men were about to drag him outside, another group barged in from the hallway. They looked like local thugs. The leader recognized Camron as his uncle and immediately stepped forward to help.
With several people charging at once, Julius was forced to let go.
His bodyguard, still holding onto Daryl, saw the chaos unfolding and rushed to protect their boss first.
In the commotion, Camron was whisked out of the conference room. Zander turned to Scott, waiting for his orders. Should we have our people step in?
Scott glanced at him. That was all Zander needed. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.
By the time Julius had finished dealing with the street punks, the one man who knew where Jemima was had already escaped. Without wasting a second, he took off in pursuit with his men
The thugs who had been knocked to the ground scrambled to their feet and ran off too.
Silence settled over the room.
“Ugh, my back!” Daryl groaned, rubbing his waist. “What kind of people are these? Does the law mean nothing to them? Can’t we just talk things out like civilized folks?” He kept muttering under his breath.
One of his men rushed forward to help him up, while another pulled out a chair. Daryl sat down naturally, settling in as if he was the one in charge here.
Scort didn’t react.
With one hand in his pocket, he stood there, looking down at him, studying him. His expression was unreadable, but every now and then, a soft chuckle escaped.
Daryl shifted uncomfortably. He felt like a skinned rabbit. Awkwardly, he got back up. “Please, Mr. Sterling, have a seat.” Scott smirked. “Mr. Cohen, you’ve really made a name for yourself. Maybe I should step down as the CEO of this branch.” His voice was light, almost amused. Then, he drummed a finger on the table. “And name you the CEO instead.”
That single sentence hit Daryl like a hammer to the chest. His legs nearly gave out.
Scott
finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “Where is Ms. Willis? Where did you ask Camron take her?”
The question was direct, no room for maneuvering.
Daryl’s legs were still shaking. But he took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and forced himself to sound resolute. “Mr. Sterling, this has nothing to do with me. You can’t just accuse people without proof!”
Scott let out a cold laugh. His eyes, deep and unreadable, locked onto him. “Are you really so sure I won’t find her?” Daryl exhaled sharply and slumped back into his chair, his voice thick with frustration. “If you’re determined to pin this on me, you’ll find a way no matter what I say,” he muttered. “If you want me gone, just say it outright. No need to fabricate
reasons!”
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Chapter 49 Fiercely Protective
A loud slam echoed through the room.
Finished
Scott’s palm struck the table, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. A moment ago, he had been unreadable, calm, his emotions hidden beneath a cold exterior. Now, his presence was razor–sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
Daryl flinched. But he quickly steadied himself and snapped back, “I have no idea where she is! If you’re saying it’s my prove it!”
fault.
His defiance was firm, his stance unshakable.
Scott stared at him, his fury simmering beneath the surface. His patience was wearing thin.
He had been baiting him, carefully watching for any unconscious tells. Camron had cracked almost instantly, his fear obvious. But Daryl was too steady, too controlled. And when Scott had asked his question, Daryl had shown something else- a flicker of smugness.
Could it be that… she’s truly gone?
Scott’s fingers curled into a fist.
“A dangerous habit of mine… he began. “I’m fiercely protective. And anyone who dares harm my people–proof or not–I make sure they meet an ugly end. Mr. Cohen, you seem very eager to find out what that feels like.”
For the first time, Daryl felt a chill creep up his spine. Scott’s stare wasn’t just cold. It was empty. As if he was already looking at a dead man.
Daryl swallowed hard. Then he forced himself to stay calm. Nothing to be afraid of Camron was the one who locked her up. If she jumped out the window and died, that’s on her. It has nothing to do with me.
“Mr. Sterling,” he said, forcing a sigh, “I understand you’re worried about Ms. Willis‘ disappearance. We all are. And if you need someone to take the blame, fine, you’ve picked me and Camron. We’ll take it.” He spread his hands in mock surrender.
“But don’t take your anger out on innocent people,” he added smoothly. “We’ve worked tirelessly for this company for years. And now, for the sake of some pretty little secretary, you’re treating your most loyal employees like criminals? It’s disheartening. Mr. Sterling. Really, it is
