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CHAPTER 202

“Slander him?” The rage sparked in his eyes as his face twisted into a scowl.

Seeing him flare up for nothing serious, I suddenly felt relieved. “Isn’t that

what you said, Bryant? That we should always have evidence.”

With that, I turned and walked toward my room.

Behind me, Bryant was barely holding back his rage, sparing only a terse

reply, “Six o’clock.”

“Got it!” I didn’t even look back.

My agreement wasn’t for him but for Mark. I remembered how badly Mark got

treated at the family chapel and suddenly wanted to be there for him tonight in

case Violet tried to embarrass him again. It was my turn to have his back,

especially with Mrs. Ferguson’s influential name at my disposal. Why waste

it?

After showering and getting ready, I applied some makeup.

For an occasion like this, simplicity and elegance were key. I opted for a tight

black dress embroidered at the hems and knee-length, showing off my

slender legs.

At six o’clock on the dot, in my lambskin heels, I was ready downstairs.

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Hearing me, Bryant looked up. A glint of admiration passed through his eyes

as he stood up, “Let’s go.”

I agreed, “Okay.”

Having parked the car at the front, the driver hurried to open the door for us.

I got in first, sliding to the far side, and turned to look out the window. Silence

filled the ride.

Bryant handed me a jewelry box as we neared the Larson Mansion. “For

you.”

I opened it to find an emerald necklace inside, obviously expensive and a

perfect match for my dress.

Without any fuss, I removed the necklace on my neck and tried to put the new

one on. But, struggling to clasp it without seeing, I fumbled several times.

Suddenly, a pair of large, dry hands took the necklace from me, fastening it

behind my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Done yet?”

He answered, “Done.”

As I finished speaking, Bryant let go, and the emerald pendant gently rested

against my collarbone.

I glimpsed his wrist and inadvertently glanced sideways as Bryant withdrew

his hands. He casually adjusted his shirt sleeve, covering the wound.

I asked, “Does it hurt?”

Bryant smirked, seemingly unconcerned. “Not

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