Chapter 253 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

After all, he did not have the strength, and there was a tracker implanted in his body.

He was never getting away.

Naturally, the feeling of not even being able to die… left him wishing he was dead.

Even so, he reared his head and laughed crazily.

“Diarmuid

.. You didn’t really win, did you? You’ll suffer for the rest of your life because Abigail Bernstein is dead! Hahaha… I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate’s wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would’ve caught her if she fell for it and went upstairs alone, but she didn’t.

I then turned my sights on your kid while you’re gone, and it worked perfectly! My whole plan went so smoothly just because you were abroad!

Even if I’m now your prisoner, I didn’t really lose-I killed Abigail Bernstein!”

Every mention of Abigail’s name left Diarmuid’s expression darkening.

He was the one who sent that note at Zachary’s wedding?

Diarmuid had certainly been careless-he should have been more wary, and Abigail would have been safe.

Turning around, he growled, “I don’t want to hear his voice.”

The director understood and had someone gag lan before having him clobbered.

More or less satisfied, Diarmuid then left the room with the director in tow, saying, “There will be more donations today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Althoff!” the director quickly said. “Blue Hill Mental Asylum would not be still standing if not for you.”

“Just keep him alive,” Diarmuid said flatly.

“Of course,” the director assured him. “We will be keeping a constant eye on him, and he will eventually lose his mind, mingling with the real loonies.’

With that, Diarmuid got into his car without another word and headed to his office.

The building was actually the old Light Group headquarters, now used as an office for Remy. Light Group had also been renamed Twinrise after Diarmuid acquired the company in its entirety.

He was sitting behind his desk when James entered, handing him a document envelope.

“Mr. Althoff, I think this woman is looking for your mother’s grave.”

Diarmuid did not open the envelope, but he had a hunch who she might be.

Even so, he asked, “Who is it?”

“I’ve checked, it’s Mick Gooding’s daughter with…” James kept his gaze lowered as he allowed his voice to trail off.

He did not want to mention Yvaine Lynd, just as he had no idea how Diarmuid was going to react to the daughter she had with Mick.

“I don’t want to see her in this country,” Diarmuid growled, opening another folder instead, scanning through the contents swiftly before putting his signature on it.

“Yes, sir,” James replied, but just as he turned, someone barged into the office.

Debbie the secretary was glaring at the woman but told Diarmuid humbly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Althoff. She forced her way in-I couldn’t stop her.”

Debbie had immediately requested to be transferred back to the country after learning that Abigail had died, and James agreed to it since he needed the help here.

Right now, Diarmuid was getting difficult to handle, and having another person would make things much easier.

That being said… What was this woman doing here?!

James sneaked a glance at Diarmuid.

What would he do now that Erin Gooding had barged into his office?

They were step-siblings in a way, after all…

Even so, Diarmuid appeared unruffled, and watched as everything unfolded with coldness in his eyes.

James was speechless-was he really that cold?

He had every reason to acknowledge her as his sister, just so that he did not have to feel so lonely-that was what James believed, at least.

Meanwhile, Erin moved to stand just behind Diarmuid’s desk. “You’re Diarmuid Althoff, right? I’ve seen your photos and looked into you. Yvaine is as much your mother as she is mine, so please tell me where she’s buried. I need to pay my respects.”

There was a sternness to her presence, as if she would not give up if Diarmuid did not tell her.

However, Diarmuid simply glanced at Debbie. “Call security.”

Debbie was naturally thrilled. “Yes, Mr. Althoff.”

“What?!*’ Erin exclaimed, gaping. “I’m Yvaine’s daughter!”

‘Doesn’t matter who you are. Barging in here without permission is against the rules,” Debbie told her.

The security guards arrived just then, and she said unceremoniously,” Throw her out of here.”

Abigail was dead, and Debbie did not want to suffer more rivals as she hoped to replace Abigail.

Naturally, any woman that shows up around Diarmuid would leave her wary and she would do everything she could to make them leave!

Even as the security guards restrained Erin, she was still not giving up.

“Diarmuid Althoff! You don’t get to keep our mother to yourself! She’s our mother!”

Debbie simply gave the security guards a look. “Make it fast.”

Erin was hence swiftly dragged into the elevator and her voice was cut off once the doors closed, restoring silence to the office.

Diarmuid, however, was clearly unhappy about it. “How did she get up here?”

Knowing that he was in trouble again, James quickly said, “I’ll strengthen security and tell them not to let unfamiliar faces in

Diarmuid’s expression was cool, seemingly unsatisfied with his answer.

James gulped. “I’ll make her leave the country right away.”

As he quickly left, Debbie was a little pleased to hear it, though her happiness did not even last for a minute…

“Out,” Diarmuid growled coolly.

Debbie kept her head down as she left, but she was not upset with Diarmuid’s coldness.

In fact, she already felt lucky that she could return to his side and be his secretary again, and they had all the time they needed.

She was certainly not in a hurry to get things done right away.She was also convinced that Diarmuid would definitely notice her the longer she stayed with him.She was much more useful than Abigail since she could help him at work too.

And what could Abigail do now that she was dead?

Erin was soon repatriated back to Minerva.

Mick had been living there with Yvaine, and although they had adopted Erin from an orphanage in Cloud City, she spent most of her life in Minerva too.

Still, James simply had to make an excuse with an expired visa to get her repatriated.

Erin was naturally very upset about it, and complained the instant she returned to Mick!

“Dad! How could Mom have a son as cold as him? He even told his people to throw me out of his office! I mean, I am his half-sister, right? Even if he’s not going to show some hospitality, he shouldn’t humiliate me like that! He even had me repatriated-it’s outrageous!”

Erin’s dainty, innocent face was contorted with rage, but Mick was not actually surprised.

Pouring her a glass of water, he said, “It’s fine. Now, have a drink to cool down.”

Erin was still discontented. “The more he tries to stop me, the more I’ll look. I*

Mick certainly wanted to see Yvaine again while he was alive, and since Abigail used to be with Diarmuid, she would know him best.

“Patience. You need a plan, and I can help you come up with something,” Mick said.

Erin’s eyes brightened. “You have an idea, Dad? What is it? Tell me already!”

However, Mick pushed a plate of food to her. “Not now. Eat.”

He did not mention Abigail since she did not want too many people to know that she was alive, and therefore hid the truth from his own daughter too.

Even so, Erin’s curiosity got the better of her. “Just tell me already, Dad. I really want to know.”

“Well, you’ve met Diarmuid Althoff. What do you think about him?”

He was just changing the subject to divert her attention, but Erin fell for it anyway.

“He has the looks,” she said as she searched her memory. “But his bad temper cancels it out.”

Mick smiled. “And?”

‘And what?” Erin was puzzled.

Mick actually thought that she might be interested in Diarmuid after meeting him given the ladykiller that he was, but it seemed not to be the case.


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