Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 167

Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother,

Chapter 167

Norah’s Pov

“Mr. Constantine–is thiswhat you call protection?” Irina’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

She stepped closer, glaring at Lucien. “Do you even call yourself a man?”

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Katarina strolled over lazily, arms crossed, a mocking smirk on her red lips. “Tsk. Didn’t someone here declare Norah as his ‘rule‘? What–is your ‘rule‘ just a pretty word? Something to break when it’s convenient? Let her bleed for you?”

Faced with their anger, Lucien stayed silent. He didn’t argue. Instead, his eyes found mine–full of guilt and pain.

“Enough,” I finally said, not wanting this to go further. “He saved me on the yacht last night.”

I saw a flicker of light in Lucien’s eyes.

“Saved you?” Irina wasn’t having it. She snorted. “If he hadn’t taken you to that damn party in the first place, would you have been in danger? Norah, don’t forget–three years ago, it was his arrogant, secretive plan that let that psycho Amélie hurt you—”

“Irina!” I cut her off sharply.

Lucien’s shoulders slumped. “She’s right. It was my fault.”

Here was this man—a king in the business world–admitting his failure. His pride, his secrets… all laid bare.

Seeing him like that twisted something inside me.

Irina turned from me back to him. “Constantine, do you have any idea what her life’s been like these past three years?”

Lucien’s body went rigid. “I don’t,” he said quietly. Then his voice hardened with that familiar command. “But I can find out. I’ll have answers within the hour.”

He pulled out his phone, ready to order his team into action. “You don’t need to lift a finger. Just wait.”

“No,” I said coldly. “This is my fight. The threat to Nightingale I handle it myself.”

His expression darkened.

Ignoring him, I laid out my plan to Irina and Katarina, voice steady. “They’re targeting our cash flow? Fine. Let’s play along. Irina, leak to the media that Nightingale’s funding chain has broken–that we’re drowning in debt, near bankruptcy.”

“Katarina, spread the word that I’m selling the design rights to Thornbird and Nightingale—at a fire–sale price.”

“What?!” they exclaimed together. “Norah, are you insane? This is too risky!”

“It’s a bluff. If they want to see me fall, I’ll show them a collapse. Let them get confident. Let them come to

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me with an offer. I want to see who’s really behind this.”

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“Don’t be stubborn! You’ve got a top–tier fixer right here offering free help, and you’d rather break yourself?”

They kept trying to persuade me, but I stayed silent. My pride wouldn’t let me rely on him again, even though the pressure felt crushing.

Then Katarina glanced at Lucien, then back at me, a sly smile forming. She walked over to him. “Mr. Constantine… if you really want to help, fine. But there’s a condition: you follow our queen’s orders. If she says east, you don’t go west. If she tells you to shut up, you stay silent. Deal?”

Everyone looked at Lucien. He stared at me for a long moment–so long I thought he’d refuse. Then, he nodded. “Alright.”

By dinnertime, Irina had arranged for a full French meal to be served right in the office. Top–tier cuisine, expensive wine.

My right hand was still bandaged and useless, so I struggled using my left hand to cut the steak. The knife scraped loudly against the plate. The medium–rare filet mignon slid around like it had a mind of its own.

“Tsk, need big sis to feed you?” Katarina teased, swirling her wine.

Irina added coolly, “Or maybe Mr. Constantine can show us he’s good for something besides signing checks?”

I ignored them, sweating as I kept fighting with the steak.

Suddenly, Lucien stood up, walked over, and wordlessly took the knife and fork from my hands.

He sat beside me and started carefully cutting the steak–treating it like some precise experiment.

Irina and Katarina were speechless.

When he finished, the steak was cut into wildly uneven shapes–squares, triangles, even one that looked vaguely like a heart.

“Eat,” he said, pushing the plate toward me. He wiped his hands, looking weirdly proud.

Irina and Katarina burst out laughing.

“Mr. Constantine, is this your tribute to Picasso?” Katarina giggled.

Looking down at that ridiculous heart–shaped piece, I couldn’t help but smile a little inside.

This powerful, ruthless man… now doing something so awkward yet earnest.

Lucien watched me nervously. Only when I forked that heart–shaped piece and ate it did he relax.

The rest of the dinner moved along with a strange mix of tension and humor. Irina and Katarina kept throwing jabs, but Lucien stayed focused–serving me food, pouring water, quiet but determined.

After we finished, Irina and Katarina stood.

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Irina winked at me. “Alright, Your Majesty. Some things are better discussed privately.”

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