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Chapter 1637



Chapter 1637

The girl's features hidden behind a black face mask that only allowed her clear, beautiful eyes to stand

out. Her hair was scooped up into a playful bun, and she was dressed in casual attire, a backpack

slung over her shoulder, and a pair of crisp white sneakers on her feet.

"Sean." Perhaps sensing Sean's gaze lingering on the girl, the woman next to him cooed teasingly,

leaning in to press her lips against his.

Steward, with his entourage in tow, hadn't intended to step aside for Arabella, but seeing Sean make

room, he motioned for his group to part ways.

Arabella brushed past them and rapped on the door of room 11 before slipping inside.

The woman, eyes closed, moved to seal her kiss with Sean, but in the next instant, she found herself

unceremoniously dumped atop a trash can near the elevator.

Being thrown away out of the blue, the woman looked confused and in pain; her expression twisted as

she realized she was bleeding from a scrape on her elbow. Raising her eyes, she saw Sean toying with

a white pill, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

Feeling for her hair, the woman discovered the white pill, which had somehow ended up in Sean's

possession.

"Trying to drug me?" Sean flicked the pill back at her.

"When did you catch on?" She was shocked by his acuity. Had he noticed when that girl walked by? It

seemed impossible; she had been so careful. Could he have detected the scent?

Steward wasted no time, his men securing the woman firmly.

"Did Troy send you?" A derisive smile on Sean’s face as she remained silent, "Guessed that quickly,

huh? How dull."

He issued a lazy order to his henchman, "Chop off her hands, send them with the pill to that old

geezer."

Troy, a business rival, envied Sean's growing power and the way his own empire was being devoured

by Sean's ambition.

"You think I'd suffer at your hands?" The woman attempted to lick her thumbnail, coated in a layer of

golden powder - a contingency against failure and capture - but Steward intercepted, stuffing a

handkerchief into her mouth before she could act.

She had planned to end her own life swiftly with the poison, but her plan had been thwarted.

"That old fool, not only is he incompetent, but his lackeys are just as pathetic," Sean shrugged off his

suit jacket, soiled by the woman's touch, and tossed it into the trash. He accepted a moist towelette

from one of his men and wiped his hands clean.

Once Sean entered room one, Steward knocked the woman out cold and took her away to carry out

the grim task.

Some time later, Steward returned to report, "Mr. Collins, it's been handled, and the woman sent. Also,

there's a mysterious buyer keen on purchasing one of your islands, offering up to 30 million dollars."

"Which island?" Sean seemed to have forgotten.

"The one we call Weeds Island."

Steward struggled to find the words to describe it. In his mind, the island was overrun with weeds,

desolate, save for a sprawling sandy beach and a clear view of the ocean.

"The buyer probably wants a private island, a secluded life away from the world," but in Steward's

opinion, the island was hardly worth 30 million dollars. Sean had acquired it for a mere 2 million dollars

back in the day.

"Mr. Collins, we'd make a good profit at that price."

"Keep him on the hook." Sean had no intention of selling just yet. He swirled the drink in his glass and

downed it in one gulp, "What about the guy?"

"The one from this afternoon? His name's Sam; he's already downstairs luring Felix out. Word is Felix

loves a good brawl. If it's brutal enough on the stage, he'll show."


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