Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 934

Chapter 934 Take Your Weapon With You 

Samuel Farley let out a bitter laugh. “Diana, I’m kneeling to thank you for saving my life.” 

Diana offered him a faint smile. By saving him, she had saved herself too. 

“Samuel, if you’re serious about turning over a new leaf, stay away from Queenie,” she said calmly. “Work with your parents to build your family business. Learn to collaborate with Cecil- lean on each other and grow. 

“Life’s too short, and you’ve got all the money you could need. Why not just enjoy it? 

“Queenie has powerful allies, and while she hasn’t been openly ruthless, she’s burned a lot of bridges. If you want dirt on her, follow her closely. You’ll find enough skeletons in her closet to take her down without destroying your own future. 

“There are plenty of people who’ve suffered under her. Dig into her past–workplace bullying, abuses of power–they’re all there, waiting to be exposed. 

“Worst of all, she’s even locked some of her victims away in psychiatric hospitals. With enough evidence, you could destroy her without ever lifting a finger. 

 “Why get your hands dirty and ruin your future?” Diana’s tone was sharp but practical. 

Someone like Samuel–a privileged playboy with time and resources to spare–had no need to act recklessly. He could easily use his wealth and connections to dig into Queenie’s 

secrets. 

In their world, even tax regulations could be bent into unwritten rules of the game. 

Samuel knew how to navigate that terrain. With a little effort and strategy, he could unearth plenty of dirt on Queenie. 

And when the time came, he could catch her completely off guard. 

With Samuel standing in her way, no matter how far Queenie tried to extend her reach, she’d find herself forced back. 

“But remember, Samuel,” Diana added. “Because you didn’t kill me tonight, Queenie won’t let you off the hook. You’ll have to stay ahead of her if you want to bring her down.” 

Samuel blinked, taken aback by her warning. 

Could Queenie really be so cruel? 

Diana’s soft smile didn’t falter. “What’s wrong? Don’t believe me? Go see Jace Foliot. He’ll tell you everything you need to know.” 

Samuel hesitated. “You’re really not going to call the police on me?” 

Diana shook her head. “Why would I?” 

A small act of mercy often left the biggest impression. 

Samuel stared at her, disbelief etched on his face. “I literally just tried to kill you.” 

Diana shrugged lightly, her expression unreadable. “I’m not turning you in. Sure, I’m not a fan of your parents or spoiled kids like you, but life’s full of fleeting encounters. You’re just a passing face in my story. You came, and now you’ll leave. That’s all. 

“So, Samuel, we’re young. There’s no need to live like this. If you really want answers, talk to Jace Foliot. You might be surprised by what you find.” 

Samuel bowed his head deeply. “Thank you.” 

Rising slowly, he fixed his gaze on Diana. “Diana, you’re a good person. From now on, no matter what happens, you can count on me.” 

Diana was right–they were still young, living lives others could only dream of, surrounded by wealth and privilege. 

Spending the rest of that life rotting away in prison? That would be nothing short of a nightmare. 

Her gaze softened as she looked him over. The light from the room illuminated his sharp features, making them even more striking. 

“Samuel,” she said, almost as an afterthought. “You’ve got a good–looking face. Don’t turn yourself into someone everyone hates. 

“I’m letting you go today, not because you’re young, but because life is hard for everyone. You’re not the only one struggling.” 

Samuel blinked, surprised by her words. 

No one had ever said something like that to him before. 

Sure, he had money, but happiness? That was another story. 

His father was unfaithful, his mother lost in her own world. Samuel had grown up in a fractured home. Out of guilt, his parents had showered him with money, hoping it would fill the void. 

But was he happy? 

No, not at all. 

Unable to find his own sense of purpose or joy, Samuel had drifted into the role of a spoiled rich kid. 

He found fleeting satisfaction in dominating others, using his privilege to mask his emptiness. 

Her gaze softened as she looked him over. The light from the room illuminated his sharp features, making them even more striking. 

“Samuel,” she said, almost as an afterthought. “You’ve got a good–looking face. Don’t turn yourself into someone everyone hates.