The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 399

Scott nodded. He hadn't understood why Pierce had ordered him to keep an eye on Sebastian's movements, but after digging up this new information, the pieces were starting to fall into place. Even so, the sheer shock of it left him struggling to believe his own findings.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. "I checked the recent purchase records for that car. One of the buyers on the paperwork was Franklin Finch."

Franklin Finch—the executive assistant who practically lived in Sebastian's shadow.

Pierce's fingers clamped down with such force that the cigarette he was holding snapped perfectly in two. The lit half tumbled onto the expensive carpet.

Scott scrambled forward, snatching up the smoldering end and crushing it into an ashtray. Then, Pierce's voice cut through the silence, cold as ice. "What about the house?"

"The owner of the property is Sebastian St. John."

The moment the words left Scott's mouth, a deadly chill swept into Pierce's eyes. He crushed the remaining half of the cigarette into a mangled pulp. Still not satisfied, he grabbed his teacup from the coffee table and hurled it violently at the floor. Hot tea splashed everywhere as the porcelain shattered into jagged shards.

A few of the sharp fragments nicked Scott's calf, but he didn't dare move an inch. He only offered a quiet warning. "Mr. Landon, please be careful with your injuries."

But what did the dull throbbing in his back matter compared to the suffocating agony twisting in his chest?

Pierce's expression darkened into something demonic. Veins bulged against his forehead and neck as he roared, "How dare he?"

Scott, on the other hand, didn't think there was a single thing in this world Sebastian wouldn't dare to do. With a status like his, there wasn't a soul in Statenbury—or the entire nation, for that matter—who would risk crossing him.

What Scott truly couldn't wrap his head around was why a man of such terrifying power and influence would set his sights on Riley. She was divorced. She had a child. And most importantly, she was practically his former sister-in-law.

It was entirely incomprehensible.

Scott cautiously offered his perspective. "Mr. Landon, could this just be a misunderstanding? Perhaps Mr. St. John was simply looking out for her as a favor to you. It doesn't necessarily mean he has any ulterior motives."

Looking out for her?

Buying her a multimillion-dollar home? Gifting her a luxury sports car? Was that what people called 'looking out' for someone?

And then there were all the times Sebastian had stepped in to help Riley. He was the one who had exposed Pierce's affair. He was the one who had arranged the retaliation that ruined Beatrice and Seraphina. And he was the one who had just exposed Seraphina's private scandals, utterly destroying her reputation.

He didn't have hard proof that Sebastian was behind all of it, but his instincts and logic screamed that he was right.

He had asked Sebastian to look out for Riley and his daughter, yes. But he hadn't asked him to look out for her like this!

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind—the night he had begged Sebastian to help protect Riley. They had been drinking together. Pierce had planned to use the excuse of staying the night at Riley's place to clear up their misunderstandings and win her back.

"Yes," Scott answered for him.

"Well, it's ruptured again. Tearing it repeatedly like this misaligns the skin fibers. The scarring will be severe, healing will be incredibly slow, and it's highly susceptible to bacterial infection. You absolutely cannot keep aggravating it."

Scott shot a glance at Pierce, who looked as if he hadn't heard a single word. "Understood. We'll be more careful."

The doctor administered a local anesthetic and re-stitched the wound. After finishing, he issued strict orders to keep it dry and avoid any strenuous movements. Once again, Scott was the only one who responded.

After seeing the doctor out, Scott returned and gently reminded him, "Mr. Landon, it's very late. You're injured and need to rest."

Pierce sat perfectly still. His mind was entirely consumed by one burning question: When exactly did Sebastian and Riley start getting involved with each other?

He had originally thought Zach was the one after Riley. Now, it was glaringly obvious that the real threat was Sebastian.

Sebastian and Riley belonged to two entirely different worlds. A relationship between them would never be tolerated. With every wealthy heiress in Statenbury throwing themselves at him, why did he have to fixate on Riley?

It defied all logic.

But no matter the reason, the truth was staring him right in the face. Sebastian's intentions toward Riley were anything but innocent.