He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 188

Lawrence was always careful, never one to make a move without knowing all the facts. He’d dug around and confirmed Theresia hadn’t repaid her JPMorgan loan on time. Dave was furious, and the whole finance world was buzzing about it. That’s why Lawrence sent Acton to see her today. The official reason was to talk business, but really, he wanted Acton to get a read on Theresia, see if she’d slip up and say something useful.

Lawrence hadn’t planned on signing any contracts today. But then Garry showed up out of nowhere, and everything got thrown off.

His face was dark, eyes simmering with anger. “Aaron, why is Garry suddenly interested in the port?”

Aaron knew exactly why. Men like them always knew. But he kept his mouth shut.

He didn’t say a word.

Lawrence finally spoke again, his voice low and dangerous. “He doesn’t care about the port. He cares about my woman.”

Aaron saw the tension in Lawrence’s clenched fists, the veins standing out on his forehead, and a wave of anxiety swept through him.

He was right to worry. Lawrence stood up, radiating menace. “He thinks he can go after my woman. It’s time someone taught him a lesson.”

Aaron nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”

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First thing Theresia did when she got back to her office was call Garry.

He picked up right away. “Did you get the contract signed?”

She spun around in her chair, facing the window. “Yeah, thanks to you, everything went smoothly.”

Garry was heading to a dinner meeting, but he was smiling. “Glad to hear it.”

She wasn’t sure when it happened, but she and Garry had built this strange connection. She never had to spell things out for him, and he never needed to explain himself. Somehow, they just got each other.

Like today. She hadn’t known Garry would show up, but the second he spoke, she understood what he was doing. He was there to throw Lawrence off, to push the deal forward faster. And now, Theresia was sure—Vector Navigation was Lawrence’s operation.

Lawrence was standing by his luxury car, holding a bouquet of blazing red roses. To everyone else, he probably looked like some fairy tale prince.

People walking by stared at her with envy, as if she was living some kind of dream. Only Theresia knew how twisted the whole scene really was.

She avoided his eyes and tried to walk the other way. Of course, he caught up and blocked her path.

Lawrence looked at her with all the fake sweetness he could muster. “Theresia, have dinner with me tonight.”

She shot him a cold, almost beautiful smirk. “Move. You’re in my way.”

He didn’t even get mad. He just reached out, trying to take her hand like he could smooth things over with a touch.

Before he could even get close, Theresia slapped him, hard enough to ring out in the night.

She glared. “Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy hands.”