He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 45

Theresia wanted nothing to do with her—or anyone affiliated with Lawrence, for that matter. Annoyance flashed across her face.

“Manager, if this girl causes trouble for the other guests, don’t count on everyone being as easygoing as me. If I were you, I’d have her kicked out right now.”

The manager hesitated, clearly nervous about crossing someone connected to Lawrence.

Theresia raised her eyebrows, gave the woman a long, deliberate once-over, and said, “If Lawrence really cared about her, she’d at least know which room he’s in, don’t you think?”

That seemed to do the trick. The manager’s expression shifted from uncertainty to relief. He immediately waved a server over. “Please show this young lady out.”

Theresia didn’t bother to stick around and see what happened next. She was wiped out from her trip and just wanted to get back and crash in her own bed as soon as possible.

She grabbed her bag from the coat rack and headed straight for the door.

As she turned a corner in the hallway, a familiar voice caught her attention.

He was speaking in a Southeast Asian dialect, something rare enough to stick out.

Theresia remembered the man—he’d visited Lawrence at Verdant Heights before, and they always spoke in that same language.

Back in college, one of Theresia’s roommates had been an exchange student from Southeast Asia who spoke that dialect, so Theresia had picked up a bit here and there.

She couldn’t follow every word, but she could understand enough. That was how she first realized Lawrence was involved in some shady businesses.

Pressing herself against the wall, Theresia quietly pulled out her phone, aiming the camera toward the voices. She needed to know for sure if it was Lawrence.

She focused the lens, and there he was on her screen—a strikingly handsome profile. Theresia’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide.

It was definitely Lawrence.

He was dressed in a black suit, looking much thinner than he had three months ago, his chiseled face now hollow and sharp.

Theresia had seen the headlines: Lawrence’s suicide attempt after the divorce, his three-month coma. He still didn’t look fully recovered.

Seeing him up close, Theresia felt nothing but cold detachment. Everything that happened between them felt like ancient history now, except for the resentment she still carried deep inside.

He flicked ash from his cigarette, voice icy. “Any news about the ledger?”

Theresia tensed, listening as closely as she could.

The ledger was missing?

Theresia forced herself to breathe slowly, silently waiting for Lawrence to leave.

She started to turn around—and froze.

The room wasn’t empty.

There were people inside, and it looked like she’d walked in on something she definitely wasn’t supposed to see.

The air felt heavy and tense.

Several men sat around a big round table, every one of them staring at her.

Theresia stood rooted to the spot, instinct telling her to run, but her legs wouldn’t move.

She tried to play it cool, acting like she hadn’t seen anything, her hand reaching for the doorknob behind her.

But she was too slow. Someone grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her roughly toward the table.

She staggered, catching herself just in time, and found herself facing a man kneeling on the floor, mouth bloodied and teeth smashed in.