On the other side in the private villa.

Mr. Atwood was in a hurry when he got back from outside, where it was still pouring rain, "The news that Lyndon died is already out, and with the news that Steward Group had to pledge all their money, the stock price of Steward Group is dropping drastically. If it goes on like this, latest around tomorrow evening, it will end."

Jon was sitting on the sofa, who looked very casual. Clearly he was very satisfied with this result.

Mr. Atwood looked around, "Sir, is Mr. James not back yet?"

"He is. I guess something happened because he doesn’t look so good."

Mr. Atwood tsked, "But sir, till now I haven’t understood. Didn’t the you-know-who made great effort to save Lyndon, and took the biggest risks to get him out of City N. Why would he kill him now?"

Jon crossed his legs, and said slowly, "Obviously it's because he's of no use anymore. Saving him back then was to find out more about what really happened 20 years ago. By using him we can find out if William is the real Charles Lyndon, and how powerful William is now."

"But then why didn’t we kill him right after that. Why would we..."

"Lyndon was already a useless pawn. It didn’t matter if he was dead or alive, but now Clarence and Darnell have their eyes on Caesar, and Chassell, that idiot brought us a lot of trouble. If we didn’t find something to distract them, we would have left long ago; we wouldn’t be able to sit here so calmly."

Jon said, squinting his eyes.

Besides, Clarence must have noticed something. Only for that, you-know-who would arrange such a big show, to make Clarence switch his attention onto Caesar, who was the biggest problem.

Handily, they were in the safest spot now.

He patted the armrest of the sofa, and got up saying, "It’s late, we should sleep."

...

After Stella woke up, she felt that her head was still spinning, and her nose was stuffy, but she was feeling much better than the night before.

She turned her head and saw that Clarence was still sleeping. She wanted to make breakfast, after that she would take her medicine, which should make her feel better.

Who knew that the moment she flung her blanket open, Clarence woke up. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.copy right hot novel pub