Chapter 172 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Since he was a computer expert, I had no qualms letting him handle the whole thing. Relaxed, I took a sip of my coffee.

“Does Anthony know about this?” asked John after he had suppressed his anger.

I lowered my gaze and nodded.

“So what do you have in mind going forward?” he continued asking while signaling the waitress to refill my coffee.

“Can you guarantee your own safety while you infiltrate Zachary’s company?” I answered with another question of my own.

He was stupefied in place for a bit before asking in a gravitas manner, “Letty, you plan to involve Zachary in this as well?”

I raised my eyebrows as I replied, “Am I not supposed to?”

John pursed his lips and looked at me confusedly. “Perhaps Zachary wasn’t cognizant about any of this. It might be all be planned by Cameron alone.”

“So what?” I chuckled before adding, “I doubt Zachary will just sit back and watch as I torture Rylee. After all, she’s his precious daughter too.”

John seemed frustrated as he asked, “But why must we infiltrate Zachary’s company?”

I rested my chin on my hand before responding, “I yearn for the day when the Moore family comes crumbling down. I’d like to see just how strong their love for their daughter is when that happens.”

John was bewildered after hearing what I said. He gave it some thought before switching the topic. “About you and Anthony…”

Whenever Anthony was mentioned, I would get very irritated and an extreme headache would follow afterward. In pain, I glanced at John and said, “Bro, send me back home!”

He stole a glance outside the window. “It’s still early though. Do you have something to do at home?”

I nodded in response before saying, “Since I’m now the project director at the White Corporation, I’ll need to go home and figure out ways to elevate the AI technology of the corporation to the next level.”

He let out a smirk and teased, “So you’ve become more mature and intelligent, huh? I can barely recognize you now. Anyway, I’m happy for you. At least you know to protect yourself now.”

I curled my lips and stared at him blankly.

After taking a sip of his coffee, John added, “The reason you’re telling me all this is my specialization in computers, right? And since I own a few companies that dabble in AI technology, you knew that I would be well versed in this field.”

“If you don’t want to help me, it’s fine. I’ll just think of another approach!” I said as I shrugged.

He then gave me a subtle smile and uttered impatiently, “Just spit it out. How do you want me to help?”

“I plan to set up a meeting with the boss of OrbitTech and discuss with him about acquiring this company of his. Therefore, I’d like you to not interfere with my plan!” I said earnestly. “Bro, I know that the Moore family isn’t an easy opponent to deal with. But if I successfully acquire OrbitTech and all of its assets, I’ll have a higher standing at White Corporation, which in turn gives me more opportunities to do what I want!”

John couldn’t help but sigh before responding, “Okay, Letty. I won’t lay a hand on OrbitTech. However, you need to know that relying on just the White Corporation won’t get you anywhere against the Moore family.”

“But I have you, Marcus, and the Featherstones behind my back too, right?” I looked at him confidently.

John paused for a bit, then lamented with a sigh, “Letty, we have been part of your plan all along, huh?”

Like I previously said, people would always change. If we had something we desperately wanted to protect or destroy, we would go to extreme lengths to achieve it.

“You can still say no if you want because it seems like I’m just using you for my own benefit,” I blurted out while looking at him.

Raising his eyebrows, John replied, “Do you think that I would reject?”

I shook my head. “I won’t!”

He smiled but remained silent.

For the first time, I realized that John was actually quite talkative, seeing as he’d been babbling away all afternoon. Since the matter with the AI project was settled, I wasn’t in a hurry to leave either.

So, I propped my chin on my palm and listened intently to him. “Letty, all these years, I’ve been thinking about where I belong in the world, but you were always the one who came to my mind. So I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

I stared at him, not knowing what to say. In the end, I gave him a terse reply, “Just take things one step at a time.”

I couldn’t give him false promises about his future when my own life had already hit a dead end. If it weren’t for the hatred fueling me, I would never have lived until today. Hence, I never promised anyone anything. I was selfish like that, unwilling to spare him even a sliver of hope.

Noticing the exhaustion lining my features, he asked, “Are you tired? Do you want me to take you home now?”

I nodded and left the restaurant with him.

Along the way, I started to feel drowsy. He stopped talking and played some mellow music for me to ease into slumber.

Leaning against my seat, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. However, it proved impossible. More often than not, I lay wide awake in bed, so falling asleep in a car was out of the question.

Even though I was sleepy, I just couldn’t drift off. When the car stopped, I instinctively opened my eyes, only to see John getting out with a dark look on his face.

Anthony’s towering figure was planted firmly in front of the car. He looked slightly haggard and seemed to have waited at the entrance of the residential area for a long time.

John had a lot of bottled-up anger in him, so after getting out of the car, he raised his fist wordlessly and threw a punch at Anthony. Despite that, Anthony didn’t fight back, allowing John to hit him however he liked.

I didn’t intend to stop the fight either. I just remained in the car, my heart as hard as a stone and my face completely devoid of emotion.

After some time, John slumped onto the ground beside Anthony, probably from exhaustion. Even so, his anger hadn’t yet diminished as he roared furiously, “I’ve never met a b*stard worse than you, Anthony Featherstone!”

Anthony remained silent and slowly got to his feet. Although he had been beaten up quite badly, there was still an air of nobility surrounding him.

As he stood in front of the car, he stared at me with dark eyes. When our eyes locked, I felt no love, only the pressure of bitter memories threatening to overwhelm me.

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