Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 80: Chapter 80
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"Enough." A voice suddenly cut through Abigail's rant, and she froze, clearly startled by the interruption.
Samantha, too, glanced up in surprise, clearly not expecting Isaac to step in and stop Abigail.
"Abigail, you're being reckless. You can't talk about Miss Parks like that."
"Samantha, I'm just speaking for you. You came straight from the airport to attend Alex's birthday party, only to find that while you've been away, some people have taken the chance to slip in. I wouldn't be surprised if someone who was dating Austin is now after Alex."
At those words, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Abigail, you've got it wrong. The truth is, my real reason for getting close to Alex isn't just to snatch him away from Samantha. It's also to take back what rightfully belongs to me."
The room fell silent as everyone's gaze shifted to me. Even Angela blinked in surprise.
I shrugged, a half-smile tugging at my lips. "If you're going to make up stories, they've got to have a little surprise in them, don't you think?"
"Miss Parks, I'm so sorry. Abigail doesn't know better. Please don't be upset. I'll have a word with her later," Samantha said, her eyes betraying a moment of distraction before she spoke again, slowly and carefully.
So Samantha has a weakness after all?
She's afraid that someone might take everything from her—someone like a long-lost child?
If she truly wanted to help me, Abigail wouldn't be standing in my room right now. After all, when you finally find someone you can use as a pawn, you don't pass up the chance to humiliate someone who's been stubbornly rejecting your help.
But it was Abigail's sudden appearance that made me realize something—I was wrong about Isaac. He wasn't here at Samantha's behest to convince me.
"Miss Parks, she's nothing but a seductress, using Alex, and now even Isaac is helping her."
Samantha glanced at Abigail, and suddenly, Abigail fell silent, her fury dissipating in an instant.
"Well, I won't trouble you any further, Miss Parks. But think carefully about what I said," Isaac remarked before turning and striding out of the room.
Samantha tugged Abigail away, heading back to the opposite room.
Angela slammed the door shut, but her anger was far from quelled.
"If Isaac hadn't stepped in, I would have already taken matters into my own hands," she muttered.
"Yeah, right, like anyone would dare stand in front of me after I've hit them. Don't worry, if it weren't for Isaac, they'd be flat on the floor."
I calmly stirred my coffee, but my spoon bent under my grip, a small moment of unintentional tension. Suddenly, I recalled the look of panic that flashed across Samantha's face. It made me curious. "Why didn't Samantha get angry when I said I wanted to take everything from her? She looked more nervous than anything."
Not only did Samantha seem anxious, but Isaac's eyes, too, revealed an unmistakable shock.
"Listen, Laurel, you'd better stop making those kinds of jokes. I'm serious—if you keep this up, you might not see tomorrow's sunrise," Angela said, her voice suddenly serious.
The Harvey Group's legacy was already thin, and its true strength rested on Samantha's uncle, Elliott Harvey, who was once the real head of the family. But Elliott and his family had all perished in a fire.
It was Samantha's grandfather, Bobby Harvey, who'd handed the reins of the Harvey Group to Samantha's father, Leandro.
That fire's true culprit was never found, but rumors always suggested internal strife within the Harvey family. Leandro, desperate to seize control, had allegedly orchestrated the blaze that destroyed Elliott's mansion.
But there was something odd about that fire: Elliott's youngest daughter's body was never found. Bobby had been searching for her ever since.
"So what is Samantha afraid of?" I asked, puzzled.
Angela sighed heavily. "It's because 40% of the Harvey Group's shares belong to Gracie Harvey."
"Gracie? The missing child? Come on, that was years ago. Who even knows if she's alive or dead by now?"
"That's true, but Bobby's still searching. After all, for a three-year-old to survive all these years... it's a miracle if she's even alive," Angela explained.
"Exactly. It makes sense that Samantha's parents must have done something unforgivable. No wonder she's so terrified," I mused, sinking back into the couch.
Angela grabbed my arm, pulling me back up. "Laurel, you'd better tell me—what's going on with you and Isaac? Does he... does he like you?"
"What are you thinking?" I yawned, sipping my coffee, though the exhaustion didn't seem to fade.
"I've only met him once, and there's nothing between us. He doesn't like me, and I definitely don't like him."
I glanced at Angela, who still looked worried. "So, Angela, tell me, what exactly do you see in him?"
"Obviously, his looks. What else? His soul, maybe?" Angela grinned before her face grew serious. "Are you sure there's nothing going on? Because every time Isaac looks at you, I swear it's like he's looking at something more than just a friend."
"If you're talking about me 'taking him down' for 150 thousand dollars, then sure. Maybe that's why he helped me out," I joked, but it wasn't a joke at all.
Angela froze. "Wait, what? You did that?"
"Yeah. He saved me for a reason—he's hoping I'll leave Alex. But that's not happening. There's no way I'd let him use me like that." I flopped back into the couch with a bitter laugh. "What, do you think my life's worth 6 million dollars?"
Angela pouted. "Laurel, everyone says you got lucky with Austin, but I know you don't care about his money. If you really loved money, you should've come abroad with me instead. You'd have plenty of chances to meet rich people. Who knew you'd give all that up for that jerk?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What's your point?"
Angela sighed again. "I regret encouraging you to marry Mr. Herrera. I thought you'd be set for life, but instead, it's nothing but danger and betrayal everywhere."
"What, should I divorce him?"
"Absolutely not!" Angela's face paled. "If Mr. Herrera finds out it was me who suggested you divorce him, he'd kill me! You should've seen the way he looked at Isaac when he left—there's poison in his gaze."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Angela, stop telling me he's in love with me. You keep going on about it, and I might just start believing you."
"Why can't you believe it? I swear Mr. Herrera has feelings for you."
I smirked. "Really? He went all out at his birthday party to tell everyone he likes me, and the next day, he lets me almost die. Now, he wants me to organize a welcome banquet for his mistress. That's your idea of him liking me?"
I had always been aware of my choices, but looking back, picking Austin was never about thinking he was exceptional. It was about him being nice to me and looking good. Most importantly, he promised me a future.
Now? I wasn't so sure.
Samantha, too, glanced up in surprise, clearly not expecting Isaac to step in and stop Abigail.
"Abigail, you're being reckless. You can't talk about Miss Parks like that."
"Samantha, I'm just speaking for you. You came straight from the airport to attend Alex's birthday party, only to find that while you've been away, some people have taken the chance to slip in. I wouldn't be surprised if someone who was dating Austin is now after Alex."
At those words, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Abigail, you've got it wrong. The truth is, my real reason for getting close to Alex isn't just to snatch him away from Samantha. It's also to take back what rightfully belongs to me."
The room fell silent as everyone's gaze shifted to me. Even Angela blinked in surprise.
I shrugged, a half-smile tugging at my lips. "If you're going to make up stories, they've got to have a little surprise in them, don't you think?"
"Miss Parks, I'm so sorry. Abigail doesn't know better. Please don't be upset. I'll have a word with her later," Samantha said, her eyes betraying a moment of distraction before she spoke again, slowly and carefully.
So Samantha has a weakness after all?
She's afraid that someone might take everything from her—someone like a long-lost child?
If she truly wanted to help me, Abigail wouldn't be standing in my room right now. After all, when you finally find someone you can use as a pawn, you don't pass up the chance to humiliate someone who's been stubbornly rejecting your help.
But it was Abigail's sudden appearance that made me realize something—I was wrong about Isaac. He wasn't here at Samantha's behest to convince me.
"Miss Parks, she's nothing but a seductress, using Alex, and now even Isaac is helping her."
Samantha glanced at Abigail, and suddenly, Abigail fell silent, her fury dissipating in an instant.
"Well, I won't trouble you any further, Miss Parks. But think carefully about what I said," Isaac remarked before turning and striding out of the room.
Samantha tugged Abigail away, heading back to the opposite room.
Angela slammed the door shut, but her anger was far from quelled.
"If Isaac hadn't stepped in, I would have already taken matters into my own hands," she muttered.
"Yeah, right, like anyone would dare stand in front of me after I've hit them. Don't worry, if it weren't for Isaac, they'd be flat on the floor."
I calmly stirred my coffee, but my spoon bent under my grip, a small moment of unintentional tension. Suddenly, I recalled the look of panic that flashed across Samantha's face. It made me curious. "Why didn't Samantha get angry when I said I wanted to take everything from her? She looked more nervous than anything."
Not only did Samantha seem anxious, but Isaac's eyes, too, revealed an unmistakable shock.
"Listen, Laurel, you'd better stop making those kinds of jokes. I'm serious—if you keep this up, you might not see tomorrow's sunrise," Angela said, her voice suddenly serious.
The Harvey Group's legacy was already thin, and its true strength rested on Samantha's uncle, Elliott Harvey, who was once the real head of the family. But Elliott and his family had all perished in a fire.
It was Samantha's grandfather, Bobby Harvey, who'd handed the reins of the Harvey Group to Samantha's father, Leandro.
That fire's true culprit was never found, but rumors always suggested internal strife within the Harvey family. Leandro, desperate to seize control, had allegedly orchestrated the blaze that destroyed Elliott's mansion.
But there was something odd about that fire: Elliott's youngest daughter's body was never found. Bobby had been searching for her ever since.
"So what is Samantha afraid of?" I asked, puzzled.
Angela sighed heavily. "It's because 40% of the Harvey Group's shares belong to Gracie Harvey."
"Gracie? The missing child? Come on, that was years ago. Who even knows if she's alive or dead by now?"
"That's true, but Bobby's still searching. After all, for a three-year-old to survive all these years... it's a miracle if she's even alive," Angela explained.
"Exactly. It makes sense that Samantha's parents must have done something unforgivable. No wonder she's so terrified," I mused, sinking back into the couch.
Angela grabbed my arm, pulling me back up. "Laurel, you'd better tell me—what's going on with you and Isaac? Does he... does he like you?"
"What are you thinking?" I yawned, sipping my coffee, though the exhaustion didn't seem to fade.
"I've only met him once, and there's nothing between us. He doesn't like me, and I definitely don't like him."
I glanced at Angela, who still looked worried. "So, Angela, tell me, what exactly do you see in him?"
"Obviously, his looks. What else? His soul, maybe?" Angela grinned before her face grew serious. "Are you sure there's nothing going on? Because every time Isaac looks at you, I swear it's like he's looking at something more than just a friend."
"If you're talking about me 'taking him down' for 150 thousand dollars, then sure. Maybe that's why he helped me out," I joked, but it wasn't a joke at all.
Angela froze. "Wait, what? You did that?"
"Yeah. He saved me for a reason—he's hoping I'll leave Alex. But that's not happening. There's no way I'd let him use me like that." I flopped back into the couch with a bitter laugh. "What, do you think my life's worth 6 million dollars?"
Angela pouted. "Laurel, everyone says you got lucky with Austin, but I know you don't care about his money. If you really loved money, you should've come abroad with me instead. You'd have plenty of chances to meet rich people. Who knew you'd give all that up for that jerk?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What's your point?"
Angela sighed again. "I regret encouraging you to marry Mr. Herrera. I thought you'd be set for life, but instead, it's nothing but danger and betrayal everywhere."
"What, should I divorce him?"
"Absolutely not!" Angela's face paled. "If Mr. Herrera finds out it was me who suggested you divorce him, he'd kill me! You should've seen the way he looked at Isaac when he left—there's poison in his gaze."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Angela, stop telling me he's in love with me. You keep going on about it, and I might just start believing you."
"Why can't you believe it? I swear Mr. Herrera has feelings for you."
I smirked. "Really? He went all out at his birthday party to tell everyone he likes me, and the next day, he lets me almost die. Now, he wants me to organize a welcome banquet for his mistress. That's your idea of him liking me?"
I had always been aware of my choices, but looking back, picking Austin was never about thinking he was exceptional. It was about him being nice to me and looking good. Most importantly, he promised me a future.
Now? I wasn't so sure.
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