Chapter 950
Chapter 950:
A little pressure, and he would collapse like a house of cards. Once the call ended, Robert leaned back with a smug grin, muttering to himself, “I’ll straighten them out as soon as they show up. That insolent girl needs to learn her place.”
Meanwhile, Cristian extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. His composed demeanor betrayed no trace of agitation, his veins subtly visible against his pale skin.
The sharp lines of his forearm, leading up to his rolled sleeves, hinted at an understated strength.
Fernanda tilted her head as she studied him. “So, we’re heading back to the Morgans’ house?”
Cristian nodded, his tone resolute. “Yeah. It’s time to put this to rest.”
A spark of determination lit Fernanda’s eyes. “Alright,” she said, hopping off the sofa. “I was planning to end things soon anyway, so let’s make it happen today.”
She disappeared into the bedroom to change. When she returned, Cristian was already standing by the door, car keys loosely dangling in his hand, waiting for her.
Since the paparazzi were unaware of her staying at Cristian’s place, their exit from the apartment went unnoticed. The streets were quiet, with no one tailing them.
But as soon as they approached Dawn Villas, the scene changed dramatically. Reporters clustered around the gates, cameras flashing and microphones raised high, unable to breach the security checkpoint. The sleek car glided through the gates with ease, a chauffeur behind the wheel. Cristian and Fernanda sat comfortably in the back, hidden from prying eyes, the tension outside failing to touch them.
The car rolled to a halt in front of the Morgan family villa.
A handful of paparazzi who had managed to slip past security began snapping away the moment Cristian and Fernanda stepped out of the car.
The flashes of cameras caught their attention, but neither of them flinched nor bothered to look back.
If anything, letting their relationship make headlines now might actually play to their advantage.
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒲𝗁𝒾𝗇𝑒 𝓬𝓱𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗼𝗻
As they approached the entrance, Cristian took the lead, positioning himself in front of Fernanda when he pressed the doorbell.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from inside, and before the door could fully swing open, a fist shot out without warning.
Cristian’s hand shot up, catching the punch midair as if it were nothing. His grip tightened slightly as Robert’s face twisted in shock and disbelief. With an icy smirk, Cristian locked eyes with him. “Mr. Morgan, surely you haven’t forgotten who I am?”
Cristian loosened his hold, and Robert staggered back a few paces.
Cristian entered the room, Fernanda’s hand in his, exuding confidence.
“Mr. Reed?” Robert’s voice was tinged with surprise as he faced Cristian.
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Message from Noa: And here we are, halfway through the year dear readers! Sending lots and lots of good vibes for everything good you’re planning for the rest of the year. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. ( • ᴗ – ) ✧
Also, let me share this for the second half of the year dear readers, Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
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