The news of Sean’s arrest had spread like wildfire across the internet, completely stealing the limelight.
Just half a month after taking over the Lewis Company from Boris, Sean found himself wearing silver
bracelets and living behind bars.
How quickly things can change.
Netizens joked that the position of CEO of the Lewis Company was cursed and would bring misfortune
to whoever held it.
After all, two CEOs had met with unfortunate fates, one unconscious and one imprisoned. Bad news
has wings.
Whether someone was fanning the flames or not, Sean’s story was known throughout the internet and
even spread to Galia.
Mr. Collins wasn’t surprised to receive a call from Sean, but his attitude was indifferent. “Mr. Yates, our
cooperation is over.”
The implication was clear: while they were cooperating, they were partners. But now that their
cooperation had ended, Sean’s fate was none of his concern.
Sean understood and shouted angrily, “Mr. Hailey! You can’t abandon me! We have a common enemy!
We’re on the same side! If you save me, I’ll work even harder for you!”.
Mr. Collins laughed hoarsely. “Many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for me. You’re not the only
one.”
In his view, Sean had lost his value.
When Boris didn’t know his identity, he was a powerful weapon. Unfortunately, his identity had been
exposed.
“Mr. Hailey!” Sean never expected such ruthlessness, and he growled, “You can’t do this to me!”
Mr. Collins hung up the phone without another word.
Hearing the beeps from the phone, Sean was overcome with anxiety and fury.
He threw the phone to the ground in anger.
It seemed that even Mr. Hailey – his best chance at salvation – had abandoned him.
Was he really going to jail?
No!
Since Mr. Hailey was ruthless, he would show the man no mercy.
A firm determination flashed across Sean’s eyes. “I want to see Ziana!”
When Ziana received the notice from the police station, she was taken aback.
Why would Sean want to see her?
She didn’t think there was anything left to discuss between them.
“Besides saying he wants to see me, what else did he say?” Ziana asked Donald, “Repeat his words, to
me.”
Donald cleared his throat solemnly and imitated Sean’s low, ominous voice. “Tell Ziana to come to see
me. I have something crucial to tell her. If she doesn’t come, she’ll regret it for the rest of her life.”
Ziana pondered, resting her cheek on her hand. “If I don’t go, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life? Is it that
serious?”
Donald lowered his eyes and said softly, “Maybe he’s just playing games.”
After a moment’s thought, Ziana suddenly said, “Donald, prepare the car!”
“Huh? Where are you going?”
Ziana had already risen and was walking outside. Donald, stunned for a moment, quickly followed.
An hour later.
Ziana sat across from Sean, arms folded across her chest. “Speak quickly if you have something to
say. I don’t have time to waste on you.”
Her tone was dripping with contempt and disdain.
Sean looked at her, admiring her proud eyes, high nose bridge, and cherry lips. No wonder Boris was
smitten.
“If you have nothing to say, I’m leaving.”
“Wait!” Sean blurted out, desperation creeping into his voice. “If you can get me out of here, I’ll tell you
a secret.”
Ziana raised an eyebrow, then scoffed, “I’m not interested in your secrets.”
Sean grew anxious. “This secret is crucial, not just to you but also to Boris. You’ll regret it if you don’t
listen!”
“Really?” She blinked curiously, leaning forward slightly. Her voice was soft as she said, “What is it?”
Sean wasn’t about to be easily swayed by her charm. “If you help me escape, I’ll tell you.”
“You tell me first, and then I’ll help you,” Ziana countered.
Sean frowned, his voice steely. “No! You help me first!”
“You tell me first.”
“Fine, I won’t mention it,” Sean stated simply.
He had assumed Ziana would compromise, but the concept of compromise was foreign to the lady.
She nodded. “I don’t want to hear it anyway.”
It was he who had invited her here, acting so haughty while seeking her help. Ziana felt he was utterly
clueless about the situation.
Casting a disdainful glance his way, she pushed back her chair, rose to her feet, and strode out without
uttering another word.
Witnessing her departure, Sean panicked immediately.
Having finally persuaded Ziana to come, if she left now, who else could save him? young
“Ziana!” He clenched his teeth and called out desperately, “Don’t go! I have something important to tell
you!”
She paid him no heed.
As her figure was on the verge of vanishing entirely, Sean shut his eyes and said, “Someone helped
me deal with Boris. Don’t you want to know who it was?”
Ziana stopped in her tracks.
Seizing the opportunity, Sean quickly implored, “Miss Scott, please come back. We can discuss
everything.”
Now it was Ziana’s turn to toy with him. “Can you see who holds the power here?”
“You do.” Sean swallowed his pride and said awkwardly, “If I reveal everything, will you save me?”
“Speak your piece, or I’ll leave.” Ziana offered no guarantees.
Sean’s expression shifted several times before he finally sighed in resignation.
Telling her might lead to her saving him, but remaining silent guaranteed she wouldn’t.
Though he knew the odds of her helping were slim, he had no other options. She was the last straw.
He divulged everything about Mr. Hailey to her.
“Miss Scott, I swear my words are true, not a single falsehood. If you don’t act, and he discovers this,
he’ll target Boris again. He won’t rest until Boris is dead.”
Ziana inquired suddenly, “What is the grudge between this mysterious figure and Boris? Why the
relentless pursuit?”
Sean pressed his lips together, his eyes darting about, clearly aware of the hidden details.
Ziana chuckled, “Whether you reveal it or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“I can prevent your death.”
“I don’t want to go to jail.”
“That I can’t help.” Ziana flicked her hair, “The most I can do is fight to spare you the death penalty. But
you won’t avoid life imprisonment. Tell me everything you want to say, or stay silent and face execution.
The choice is yours.”
Sean’s heart turned to cold ashes.
He finally understood what it meant to be a lamb to the slaughter.
After a long time.
In despair, he said, “Mr. Hailey once mentioned on the phone that Boris killed one of his sons, and he
demanded blood for blood!”
A spark ignited in Ziana’s eyes.
She recalled the short-haired boy who had kidnapped her five years ago.
He had made a phone call to his father, and a punk by his side called the person on the other end of
the phone Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins…
Mr. Hailey…
Could they be one person?
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