Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 354

“Wait, so you two are not…” Tobey froze for a moment before sighing in relief. “Oh my God, Dee! You almost gave me a heart attack!

“Listen very carefully. The last thing we common folks wanna do is to find ourselves involved in these nobles’ skirmishes. We don’t have status or wealth to back us, Dee. The only thing that’s gonna come out of this is us being chewed up and torn apart by the chaos.”

Deirdre felt her entire body turning into stone. She closed her eyes, her eyelids trembling, and wished someone had told her this earlier. If only someone had told her sooner. God, things would have been so different!

“I know what you mean, Toby. But I’m only acquainted with Mr. King because he’s the man behind the plans to develop Alnwick into a tourist spot.”

“Oh, so it was him.” A severe look crossed Tobey’s face. He mulled it over for a second and frowned. “It’s a profitable business and all, yet I can’t help but find this a little suspicious. Why does a man with that much power and resources want to focus on a place most people can’t even point out on a map?”

“He said Eastgene has completely become his brother’s domain, so he has to strike out on his own.”

Tobey relaxed. “Huh.”

Deirdre bit her lip. “There’s one more I need information on, Toby. Please.”

“Kyran Reed?”

Deirdre was stunned. “How did you…”

Tobey’s laugh sounded a little hollow. “I’d investigate his background even if you didn’t ask, Dee. The man’s too mysterious for my taste, and the fact that he’s trying to get close to you? Well, I don’t think I can sleep well unless I know exactly who he is.”

“Thank you, Toby. You help me so much, I don’t even know if I can—”

“Dee, we’re more than just neighbors. We’re friends. I’m not doing this because I like you,” Tobey said quickly. “You should rest. One of my friends is a journalist, and I’m sure he can help me with this. Call you then.”

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

Deirdre lay on her bed. The cost of her emotional roller-coaster must have finally caught up with her. Keeping her eyes open was starting to feel like a chore.

She fell asleep.

By the time she opened her eyes again, her phone informed her it was already late evening. She made her way to the bathroom and took a shower.