Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 441: Chapter 441
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Yaeger cautiously approached the door and peered through the peephole.
His face darkened immediately. He turned back to look at me, his voice low but urgent. "It's Harold's men. Go hide in the back room, and don't make a sound."
My heart skipped a beat as I silently nodded, clutching the necklace box to my chest.
I crept into the room next door, pressing myself against the door and holding my breath. The tension in the air was so thick I felt I could almost touch it.
It was a surprise, though, to realize that Yaeger seemed to have a strained relationship with Harold—there was clear animosity between them.
A rough voice came from outside. "Mr. Duesler, long time no see. Mrs. Foster said she hasn't seen you in a while, and sent us to bring you back."
"Bring me back? Does she want to see me, or is it Mr. Foster?" Yaeger shot back, his tone rising with defiance.
"Please don't make this difficult for us, Mr. Duesler. Mr. Foster does have something to discuss with you. Surely, you wouldn't want to miss seeing your grandpa?" The man's voice took on an edge of subtle threat.
"You try to lay a finger on me and see what happens." Yaeger sneered, full of contempt, his voice dripping with mockery. "If Harold has something to say, let him come and say it himself. Don't send his lackeys to do his dirty work."
"Mr. Duesler, do you really not take Mr. Foster seriously?" The voice grew colder as the sound of footsteps crept closer, signaling that the men were moving toward the room.
"Take one more step and see what happens," Yaeger roared, his voice filled with an undeniable menace. The footsteps halted immediately.
Inside the room, I could hardly breathe, my hands tightly clasped over my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. My curiosity grew as I pieced together that the rift between Yaeger and Harold was deep, like water and fire—completely incompatible.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me. I jumped, scrambling to pull it out and silence it, but in my panic, the phone slipped from my hand and clattered loudly to the floor.
Everything went silent outside, and before I could react, Yaeger shouted, "Laurel, don't come out."
But it was too late. The door slammed open, and several men stormed into the room. Their eyes scanned me, cold and calculating.
"Well, well, Miss Parks, didn't expect to find you here." The leader of the group sneered, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
Yaeger rushed in front of me, standing protectively, his eyes hard as steel. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her."
"Mr. Duesler, please don't make this difficult," the man said with a forced smile, his tone dripping with insincerity. "If you come with us, we promise Miss Parks won't be harmed."
"Dream on," Yaeger growled through gritted teeth. "None of you are leaving here with us."
As the standoff continued, the sound of footsteps suddenly rushed toward us from the outside.
The men's faces turned pale, and the leader snarled, "Mr. Duesler, why are you making this so difficult? Mr. Foster only wants to catch up. If you don't want to cooperate, we'll make this happen one way or another." With that, they hastily retreated.
I exhaled deeply, my body slowly relaxing, and I looked up at Yaeger. I hesitated before asking, "Was that because of me?"
Yaeger let out a derisive laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. My relationship with Harold was never great to begin with."
I blinked, surprised by his bluntness. There was a palpable tension between them—like ice that could never thaw. I decided not to press further, realizing it was personal business.
But I couldn't help noticing how Yaeger struggled to contain his anger. He was clearly on edge.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his usual calm demeanor flickering as a hint of concern crept into his eyes.
I shook my head, my voice filled with guilt. "Sorry, I've caused you trouble."
Yaeger shook his head, his smile returning, though it was somewhat weary. "Don't worry about it. Harold doesn't have the guts to make a move on me."
I knew well enough that Harold, backed by the Duesler family's power and influence, wouldn't dare threaten Yaeger's life, no matter how much he hated him.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. A sense of relief washed over me.
"Who is trying to kill you?" I asked, still puzzled by the situation.
Yaeger shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Actually, I'm curious. Who is it that used such a unique poison to try to kill me?"
I furrowed my brow, feeling the weight of his words. "It's not just you they're after."
His eyes widened slightly, a flash of confusion crossing his face. "What do you mean?"
"My mother had the same symptoms as you," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "But at the time, I thought it was just a stress-related illness. I didn't realize it was poisoning."
Yaeger placed a hand gently on my shoulder, offering no comforting words.
Maybe it was because only those who had experienced loss could truly understand that some wounds couldn't be healed in an instant.
"Laurel," he said after a pause, his voice soft but intense, "Are you really willing to risk everything to save Alex? Do you love him that much?"
"I just don't want to owe him anything," I responded, but before I could say more, my phone rang.
I glanced at the screen—it was Alex calling.
I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Laurel, where are you?" Alex's voice was low, sharp, and there was a clear trace of anger.
I had completely forgotten that I snuck out of the office without telling anyone.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I'm on my way back now," I said quickly.
Alex's tone hardened. "I don't care where you are. Get back to the office right now."
"Alright, I'm on my way," I replied.
I hung up, feeling guilty as I turned to Yaeger. "Sorry, something's come up. I need to go back to the office."
Yaeger's eyes held a flicker of disappointment, but he forced a smile. "No worries. You go ahead. I'll have the driver take you."
I nodded and started walking toward the door.
Just before I left, I looked back at him. He stood there, quietly watching me, his eyes full of longing and expectation.
I sighed deeply, turned, and left the villa.
As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder—how did Alex know I had slipped out of the office?
I frowned, my thoughts racing, and then it hit me. Aside from Danny, it seemed Alex had other eyes watching me.
The realization made my heart race. I felt as if invisible eyes were following my every move, silently observing me from the shadows.
His face darkened immediately. He turned back to look at me, his voice low but urgent. "It's Harold's men. Go hide in the back room, and don't make a sound."
My heart skipped a beat as I silently nodded, clutching the necklace box to my chest.
I crept into the room next door, pressing myself against the door and holding my breath. The tension in the air was so thick I felt I could almost touch it.
It was a surprise, though, to realize that Yaeger seemed to have a strained relationship with Harold—there was clear animosity between them.
A rough voice came from outside. "Mr. Duesler, long time no see. Mrs. Foster said she hasn't seen you in a while, and sent us to bring you back."
"Bring me back? Does she want to see me, or is it Mr. Foster?" Yaeger shot back, his tone rising with defiance.
"Please don't make this difficult for us, Mr. Duesler. Mr. Foster does have something to discuss with you. Surely, you wouldn't want to miss seeing your grandpa?" The man's voice took on an edge of subtle threat.
"You try to lay a finger on me and see what happens." Yaeger sneered, full of contempt, his voice dripping with mockery. "If Harold has something to say, let him come and say it himself. Don't send his lackeys to do his dirty work."
"Mr. Duesler, do you really not take Mr. Foster seriously?" The voice grew colder as the sound of footsteps crept closer, signaling that the men were moving toward the room.
"Take one more step and see what happens," Yaeger roared, his voice filled with an undeniable menace. The footsteps halted immediately.
Inside the room, I could hardly breathe, my hands tightly clasped over my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. My curiosity grew as I pieced together that the rift between Yaeger and Harold was deep, like water and fire—completely incompatible.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me. I jumped, scrambling to pull it out and silence it, but in my panic, the phone slipped from my hand and clattered loudly to the floor.
Everything went silent outside, and before I could react, Yaeger shouted, "Laurel, don't come out."
But it was too late. The door slammed open, and several men stormed into the room. Their eyes scanned me, cold and calculating.
"Well, well, Miss Parks, didn't expect to find you here." The leader of the group sneered, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
Yaeger rushed in front of me, standing protectively, his eyes hard as steel. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her."
"Mr. Duesler, please don't make this difficult," the man said with a forced smile, his tone dripping with insincerity. "If you come with us, we promise Miss Parks won't be harmed."
"Dream on," Yaeger growled through gritted teeth. "None of you are leaving here with us."
As the standoff continued, the sound of footsteps suddenly rushed toward us from the outside.
The men's faces turned pale, and the leader snarled, "Mr. Duesler, why are you making this so difficult? Mr. Foster only wants to catch up. If you don't want to cooperate, we'll make this happen one way or another." With that, they hastily retreated.
I exhaled deeply, my body slowly relaxing, and I looked up at Yaeger. I hesitated before asking, "Was that because of me?"
Yaeger let out a derisive laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. My relationship with Harold was never great to begin with."
I blinked, surprised by his bluntness. There was a palpable tension between them—like ice that could never thaw. I decided not to press further, realizing it was personal business.
But I couldn't help noticing how Yaeger struggled to contain his anger. He was clearly on edge.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his usual calm demeanor flickering as a hint of concern crept into his eyes.
I shook my head, my voice filled with guilt. "Sorry, I've caused you trouble."
Yaeger shook his head, his smile returning, though it was somewhat weary. "Don't worry about it. Harold doesn't have the guts to make a move on me."
I knew well enough that Harold, backed by the Duesler family's power and influence, wouldn't dare threaten Yaeger's life, no matter how much he hated him.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. A sense of relief washed over me.
"Who is trying to kill you?" I asked, still puzzled by the situation.
Yaeger shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Actually, I'm curious. Who is it that used such a unique poison to try to kill me?"
I furrowed my brow, feeling the weight of his words. "It's not just you they're after."
His eyes widened slightly, a flash of confusion crossing his face. "What do you mean?"
"My mother had the same symptoms as you," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "But at the time, I thought it was just a stress-related illness. I didn't realize it was poisoning."
Yaeger placed a hand gently on my shoulder, offering no comforting words.
Maybe it was because only those who had experienced loss could truly understand that some wounds couldn't be healed in an instant.
"Laurel," he said after a pause, his voice soft but intense, "Are you really willing to risk everything to save Alex? Do you love him that much?"
"I just don't want to owe him anything," I responded, but before I could say more, my phone rang.
I glanced at the screen—it was Alex calling.
I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Laurel, where are you?" Alex's voice was low, sharp, and there was a clear trace of anger.
I had completely forgotten that I snuck out of the office without telling anyone.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I'm on my way back now," I said quickly.
Alex's tone hardened. "I don't care where you are. Get back to the office right now."
"Alright, I'm on my way," I replied.
I hung up, feeling guilty as I turned to Yaeger. "Sorry, something's come up. I need to go back to the office."
Yaeger's eyes held a flicker of disappointment, but he forced a smile. "No worries. You go ahead. I'll have the driver take you."
I nodded and started walking toward the door.
Just before I left, I looked back at him. He stood there, quietly watching me, his eyes full of longing and expectation.
I sighed deeply, turned, and left the villa.
As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder—how did Alex know I had slipped out of the office?
I frowned, my thoughts racing, and then it hit me. Aside from Danny, it seemed Alex had other eyes watching me.
The realization made my heart race. I felt as if invisible eyes were following my every move, silently observing me from the shadows.
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