Chapter 183
Patrick nodded. “It really does.”
Not just a little. At this point, it practically screamed personal.
After all, if the Hogarth Group wanted to enter a new market, they normally started from scratch instead of taking over local projects already in progress.
Snatching a half-finished local partnership like this was something they had never done before.
Evan took another drag of his cigarette.
The darkness in his expression lingered, thick and heavy. “I’ve never offended anyone from the Hogarth Group.”
He didn’t even know them. How could there be bad blood?
Patrick knew that too.
But the way things looked now, it really did feel personal.
Just as Patrick was about to say more, his phone rang.
He answered, “Hello.”
No one knew what was said on the other end, but his face darkened immediately. “Are you sure?”
A few more words came through, and then he hung up.
He looked at Evan. “Madam went to the biotech company.”
By biotech company, they meant Felix’s.
Evan still had no idea Stella had a research lab there too.
So the moment he heard Stella had gone to Felix’s biotech company, the veins at his temple started throbbing.
“She’s still going to work?” he snapped.
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That damned woman had just gone through severe bleeding. She should have been resting. What the hell was she doing running around?
By the time Evan got to Times Square, Stella and Gray were just coming out of the building.
The two of them were talking as they walked.
They were too far away for Evan to hear anything.
He leaned against his car door, his gaze on Stella and Gray growing colder by the second.
Stella saw him too.
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She stopped walking immediately.
Their eyes met across the distance.
After just one glance, Evan shoved both hands into his pockets and strode toward her.
He moved with sharp, angry purpose.
His hair was slightly messy, which only made the dangerous edge in him look worse.
That wildness in him really did suit him right now.
With a cigarette between his lips, he stopped right in front of her.
He looked at her.
Then at Gray.
Then he reached out and grabbed Stella by the wrist.
He moved fast. But the moment his hand locked around her wrist, his eyes stayed fixed on Gray with open
menace.
Gray’s gaze sharpened. His voice turned cold. “Let go.”
Evan let out a mocking laugh. “Let go? She’s my wife. What gives you the right to tell me that? Or are you Felix’s dog?”
Gray: “”
Stella: “…”
That one sentence, Felix’s dog, made Stella’s breathing hitch.
She raised her free hand and slapped Evan across the face.
“That’s enough!”
He was always so quick to humiliate people.
Why did someone like him get to stand at the top of everything?
A man like him should have been reborn as a dog.
The slap landed hard.
Evan’s face was knocked to the side, but only for a second.
Then he turned back to look at her.
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A cold laugh slipped from him. “Well done. You’re really hitting me now over another man?”
Then his expression darkened further.
“No. Forget hitting me. You poisoned me too, didn’t you?”
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