Flash Marriage to a Stunning CEO (Alistair and Richard) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 No One Can Mess With

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A knock sounded at the door. Liam and Celeste didn’t budge. They looked a mess, and the apartment was trashed–no way they were answering.

Then a voice called out, “Mr. and Mrs. Harlow? Are you in there?”

Liam froze. Before he could tell Celeste to stay put, she shot up like a jack–in–the–box and opened the door.

“Jesus, Mrs. Harlow, what happened to your face?” The guy, Dominic Turner, was in his late twenties, tall and lanky, looking gentle and refined, with a neat ponytail and exuding an artistic air. His eyes widened when he saw her swollen face.

Celeste’s eyes flickered. Instantly, a cruel plan formed in her mind to teach Alistair a lesson.

You fool. Think you can take us on?

“Being a stepmom is hell,” she wailed, clutching Dominic’s arm. “I don’t know what I did, but Alistair just has it out for me.”

“Alistair? Mr. Harlow’s kid from his first marriage?” Dominic frowned.

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Celeste nodded, sniffling.

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His expression turned dark. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Harlow. I won’t let anyone mess with you two.“.

With a smug smile, Celeste saw Dominic off. Just picturing Alistair lying broken–limbed and discarded on the street made her giddy with satisfaction. Spinning around, she crowed. “Too soft–hearted to teach your own kid a lesson? I’ve got it covered.” Her triumph vanished as she snapped, “Liam, what the hell are you doing?”

Liam, sweating buckets, peeked out from the balcony until Dominic was out of sight. Then he stuffed clothes into a bag and yanked Celeste toward the door. “We gotta get out of here- now!” His face was ghost–white, like a monster was on his tail.

He’d been clinging to a sliver of hope that he could skate by, but Dominic’s appearance shattered that illusion. It hit him like a sledgehammer–Alistair knew every last detail, including the dirty secret he’d been so sure was buried for good.

Alistair had promised a week, but Dominic showing up was Alistair’s way of sending a message loud and clear.

He wasn’t bluffing–this time, he meant business.

Celeste shoved him away. “Are you out of your mind? Why on earth should we leave? It’s your precious son who ought to be the

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Liam tugged at her again. “Just leave with me. I’ll explain later.”

“Go by yourself!” Celeste crossed her arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

While Liam’s end was in total chaos, Alistair had gotten back from his walk and was digging into his after–dinner fruit. The living room smelled amazing, all fresh watermelon. One bite, and the sweet, juicy flesh just melted in his mouth.

Then it was bedtime, right on schedule. After Eloise fell asleep, Alistair and Caroline settled on opposite sides of the bed. For a

while, neither said a word.

Alistair might have looked calm, but he was definitely shaken up. He couldn’t stop thinking—about himself, about Caroline.

Sure, things seemed okay on the surface today, but too much had gone down. There was no way he could just act like it was no big

deal.

Caroline shifted around, trying to get comfortable. It was obvious she was wide awake, too. She must have been stressing over something, but he had no clue what.

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Finally, Alistair couldn’t keep quiet. “Carol?”

She answered right away, “Yeah?” No sign of sleepiness in her voice.

“Don’t you ever worry about me?” He didn’t spell out what he meant. She was too smart for that–she knew exactly what he was getting at.

Caroline laughed, a little cocky, “If I couldn’t tell who’s who, I’d have been out of the game ages ago.”

She ran multiple companies, dealing with all sorts of people every day. At first, some old–timers thought they could push her around because she was young and figured she was just riding her family’s coattails. But she taught them a lesson–they didn’t stand a chance against her.

“But what if you’re wrong about me?” Alistair let out a long breath. “They say bad apples don’t fall far from the tree. Liam’s my dad, no matter what. He’s a selfish jerk. Aren’t you scared I’ll turn out just like him?”

“Alistair, enough. Keep talking, and I’ll really lose it.” Carolin at up, the silk blanket sliding down to her waist. Her tone turned icy. “You really think I picked the wrong guy?”

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Alistair stammered, “Sorry, that’s not… I didn’t mean…” But inside, he felt a wave of relief. He was so grateful to Caroline.

You never really know what’s going on in someone else’s head. Even the best judge of character can make mistakes.

Deep down, he wasn’t just confused by her trust–he was worried that once she knew about his dad, she’d start second–guessing whether he had inherited his dad’s despicability.

Liam didn’t think twice about screwing over his own flesh and blood for a buck, so what chance did anyone else stand? He

clawed his way up the ladder by stomping over his colleague,