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Chapter 403:
At ten in the evening, the Night Owl Bar.
“I told you to get Amelia’s hair. It’s been ages. Why haven’t you done it yet?” Shepard’s impatient tone made Weldon roll his eyes.
“And how exactly am I supposed to pull that off, Shepard? You want me trailing her like some creep every single day p>
“You’re being useless!” Shepard exclaimed.
After a brief silence, Weldon shot back, “If you’re so capable, go do it yourself. Ever think that maybe she’s avoiding us on purpose? More precisely, she doesn’t want anything to do with our family at all p>
Shepard already knew that. Amelia’s refusal back in Hans had made it painfully clear. Still, regardless of whether she wanted something to do with his family or not, he wasn’t about to let anyone else claim what was rightfully hers.
у𝘰𝘶𝗿 ոе𝘹t 𝖿𝘢𝘷𝗼𝗋𝗶𝘵e 𝗿e𝗮𝗱 і𝗌 o𝘯.с𝘰𝗺
When Shepard didn’t answer, Weldon kept going. “Seriously, how can you be so sure Amelia is our sister? You’ve seen the DNA test results from Brielle and Dad. Why do you still doubt p>
“That report must have been tampered with!” Shepard interjected.
The conviction in Shepard’s voice made Weldon raise a brow. “Oh? Did Marlon uncover something p>
“Not yet. But Davey just resigned p>
“That alone doesn’t prove the report was tampered with. People switch jobs all the time for better pay or opportunities p>
“But Davey moved his whole family out of Hans. Both he and his wife were born and raised there p>
“Well p>
A simple resignation might have been nothing, but relocating the entire family was a clear sign of wanting to stay far away from trouble.
“Shepard, if that’s how it is, then I—wait, where are you going p>
Weldon was still talking when Shepard rose from his seat and made his way toward the bar counter.
“Get lost p>
Kelsey’s voice dripped with contempt as she glared at the man in front of her, her cheeks already flushed from drink. The man wore a leather jacket despite the sweltering night air.
Instead of leaving, he smirked and reached for her hand.
But before his fingers could make contact, a firm grip clamped down on his wrist, stopping him.
“She told you to get lost. Didn’t you hear her?” Shepard exclaimed.
“And who the hell are you to stick your nose in my business? Do you even know who I am? I’m Barlow Castro p>
With a sharp jerk, Barlow pulled free from Shepard’s grip and cocked his arm, aiming a punch at Shepard’s face. Shepard sidestepped with ease.
Without hesitation, Shepard grabbed the half-finished glass in front of Kelsey and tossed the remaining drink straight into Barlow’s face. “You need to cool down p>
Barlow swiped the liquor from his eyes and glared at Shepard. “You’re asking for trouble p>