Chapter 661
Chapter 661:
In Lauren’s mind, Rebecca embodied perfection, untouchable like a pampered princess who could never be stained by humiliation.
Rebecca, however, felt her patience fraying.
“Mom, what’s your actual plan for dealing with Gabriela?” she asked, her tone edged with frustration.
Lauren had promised to deal with Gabriela before, yet nothing happened. Gabriela emerged without a scratch, and rather than suffering, she came out even more advantaged.
Rebecca had only smashed a handful of computers at Gabriela’s company, and still her father nearly drained the Howard family’s coffers to provide Gabriela with compensation.
An illegitimate brat daring to fight her for the inheritance? What the hell made Gabriela think she deserved a damn thing?
Rebecca had already dreamed up dozens of ruthless ways to get rid of Gabriela, her patience worn thin by her mother’s constant stalling.
Lauren, however, had no intention of letting her daughter get her hands dirty. She didn’t answer directly, only smoothing her tone to a soft murmur. “Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll handle it in my own way p>
She remembered how, two decades earlier, she had quietly erased Alanna from Matthew’s life without leaving a trace.
If she had done it once, she could certainly do it again.
After soothing Rebecca into backing down with those reassurances, Lauren summoned her assistant.
𝗨𝗉d𝘢𝗍eѕ eve𝘳y 𝘄e𝖾𝗸 о𝘯
Her expression turned cold, her words clipped. “Do whatever it takes—bring me Dustin within two days p>
But where had Dustin vanished?
After being stabbed by Dustin, Stewart not only filed a police report but also sent his people to hunt the man down.
Wesley’s men were sweeping every corner of the city as well.
Like prey with hunters on every side, Dustin had scurried into a half-built, abandoned structure at the city’s edge. The place reeked of mildew and dust, but he dared not leave for even a scrap of food.
For half a month, Dustin had vanished from every city camera, his existence wiped clean from the screens. Not a single purchase or sighting betrayed his presence, which explained why so many factions failed to track him down.
One day, rain hammered the streets in relentless sheets.
The gash Gabriela had carved into Dustin’s head with her stiletto still festered, the damp weather turning it raw and unbearable—itching, burning, throbbing all at once.
He stood at the edge of the ruin he called shelter, cold eyes fixed on the curtain of rain, as if it mirrored the wreck of his life. Once, he had been the pride of his parents—a brilliant young man, striking in looks, with a future overflowing with promise. Opportunities had stretched before him like an endless horizon. Now, he was nothing but a fugitive, a criminal hounded through the shadows, barred from even setting foot at home.
His parents had sacrificed everything to push him through the gates of a prestigious university, only for him to squander it all by marrying a gambler’s daughter. That single choice had dragged him into this pitiful purgatory.