Chapter 172 Lastian Is Doing This on Purpose
selena had been absent–thinded since she wolke up that morning
When she noticed Lacaan leaving, she asked anxiously, ‘Where are you going?
“Work,” the man answered
The Northwood Corporation would not be on vacation until tomorrow. He still had two annual
meetings to attend. He had to go to work. She glared irritably at his retreating figure.
“You should pick Calista up later. She’s spending the New Year’s in that tiny apartment all by
herself. It must be so lonely
He recalled how Calista insisted on not wanting to be back yesterday night. His expression grew
cold
“She doesn’t think she’s lonely. What are you so worried about?”
“Oh my god…*
Selena was beyond frustrated with her son.
“Whoever marries you is the unluckiest woman alive. You got your lack of emotional intelligence
from your blockheaded father.”
Henry, the blockhead, wasn’t even there to defend himself.
Since Lucian had no intention of picking Calista up, Selena decided to take matters into her own
hands. She called Calista.
While she was still considering how she was going to convince the girl to drop by, Calista
answered the call.
“Where are you right now, Calista?”
“You’ve gone on a trip? Who are you with? Where are you going?”
“You, Yara, and a schoolmate from high school? Alright. Enjoy your trip. It’s the holiday season. Go
have fun.”
Selena put the call on speaker and transferred 100 thousand dollars to Calista.
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“Oakcross Garden is located in the neighboring city. I hear Destiny’s Bridge is there. They say
couples who tie a thread to it will share a long–lasting relationship.”
After hanging up, she stared at Lucian who was still standing by the entrance.
“Weren’t you going to the office? Why are you still here? You’re the one who doesn’t want to pick
her up. Go ahead and leave. Finish up your work and come home early for dinner.”
His eyes were downcast as he held back the anger threatening to make its presence known.
“Who is she traveling with?” he asked in his usual tone.
“Yara and one of her schoolmates from high school. Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
He opened the door and walked out.
It would usually only take four hours to get to the neighboring city from Capeton. But the holiday
season being in full swing meant that there was traffic congestion at every turn.
Even a seasoned driver like Hector spent seven hours on the road.
Yara had pre–booked a hotel online well in advance. But with Hector as their unexpected tagalong,
she had to make reservations for another room on the way there.
They were lucky to have done so. When they got to the front desk to check themselves in, they
noticed a sign indicating that there was only one vacant room left.
After resting in their rooms for two hours, the trio decided to explore a nearby street for food.
It wasn’t far; it was a mere ten–minute walk from the hotel. Instead of a street, they found a
carnival selling a wide variety of items.
Calista and Yara were browsing the stores peddling jewelry. They gestured at each other’s ears
with the earrings. Hector wasn’t interested in any of it and was smoking by the wayside.
That was when Lucian called. Calista frowned.
“What do you want?”
With the booming music around them, she couldn’t hear what Lucian was saying. The only words
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She turned to Yara, motioned toward her phone, and pointed to a spot outside. Yara nodded.
“Be careful out there. It’s crowded out here because it’s New Year’s.”
The store they were in was at the end of the street. There weren’t many people further down the road. Calista didn’t go far.
“What did you say?”
“The fortune teller found a proper gravesite. We’ll go take a look at Grandpa’s new resting place tomorrow. I booked a flight to Fort City at six in the morning. Pack your bags.”
Calista was taken aback. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was doing this on purpose.
“Who goes out of their way to perform an exhumation during the new year?”
“I got the fortune teller to find us a nicer plot. These things should be done at an appropriate time.
You’re his granddaughter. We need you present to confirm that he’s laid to rest at a proper site. Or
would you prefer it if your uncle and aunt drop by instead?”
“We’ll do it after the holidays,” Calista said.
Philip and Gloria would never agree to exhume the grave. The day after tomorrow was New Year’s
Day. It was a time of joy and festivities. She didn’t want to cause a fuss at a time like that.
Lucian’s voice carried a subtle, near–imperceptible anger.
“The fortune teller is busy. They’re only available tomorrow.”
“In that case, we’ll just get another one once the festivities are done with. This is a family matter.
You don’t need to worry about it.”
There was no sarcasm in her words. It was just a genuine desire to not owe anyone any more
favors.
They were divorced. They should just get things over with and not involve themselves in
unnecessary matters.
“Beep…”
Calista had expected Lucian to blow up at her and ridicule her for taking him for granted. But, he
hung up instead.
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She put away her phone and turned around to be greeted by a group of unruly hooligans standing behind her.
“Hey, girl. Your purse looks like it’s worth some money. Let us see.”
She was a sensible person. When faced with a situation like this, she didn’t attempt to confront them head–on. She was just about to toss her purse over when the man closest to her was sent flying.
It was Hector.
He had followed her and left for the washroom when he noticed she was taking a call. He wasn’t expecting to see the group of thugs trying to rob her.
“Fuck, you piece of …”
The guy who had been kicked to the floor screamed, “Get him!”
Calista had seen the way Hector fought. So, when a fight broke out, she moved away to a safer spot.
“Who were you on the phone with?” he casually asked as he fought them.
“Lucian,” she answered without looking too much into it.
Hector said nothing in response. Well, that man was one persistent motherfucker!
He could see a metallic glint in his periphery. He knew what it was and could effortlessly get out
of harm’s way. Yet, he stood in place.
The blade cut through his clothes, slicing through skin and causing a bloody gash …
