He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 11"I'm a broken woman, Michael. There's nothing to like about me." Suzanne replied, look away. "Everyone is broken in their own way, Suzanne. You're not the first to be broken, and won't be the last." Michael replied casually. "If you're going to support me just because you're beginning to fall for me..." "I didn't say that, Mrs. Hawthorne." Michael interrupted. "Liking you doesn't mean I'm falling for you. Do you even know who I am? Don't get carried away. I'm supporting you because I know very well what it will do to Hawthorne. He's always been competing with me, and using you as a weapon against him will only make him weaver."Suzanne nodded with agreement. "If that's the case, then I accept this offer. I'm willing to be a weapon." Michael smiled slowly, and nodded as well. They were getting somewhere finally. ************Davey walked into his office, a stern unwarm look on his face. He took off his jacket, hung it around his chair, and turned to face the two men

Chapter 13 Suzanne had never been so perplexed all her life. She found it very hard to believe, but she knew it was true. Arlan would not lie against Leah. "How did she do it?" She asked softly, her voice filled with pain for the old man. "It happened early hours of the morning. Two weeks ago. I...was at the top of the stairs when I felt strong hands push me from behind. I tried to maintain my balance, but it was too late for me. I stumbled forward, and rolled down till I hit the ground below the stair case." Arlan replied, and closed his eyes tightly. He looked like he was going through the pain of narrating the incident. "Oh my God. I never knew she was that cruel. This is equivalent to attempted murder, Grandpa. Why haven't you reported her?" Suzanne asked, obviously pissed off. More than ever, her hatred for the woman skyrocketed. "No, don't do that. No one will believe me, because I've never like Leah. People light think that I'm only lying against her. Worst case sce

Chapter 15 Clarissa hummed softly in the kitchen as she moved around in her skimpy pink house dress. She was making bacon and eggs for dinner. Constantly, she glanced at the wall clock, waiting for the door censor to click. She finished setting the table, got the cutlery ready. She went to the cellar, and returned with a fruity flavoured wine. She placed it gently on the table, and glanced at the wall clock. It was 9pm on the dot, and there was still no sign of Davey. She stared at the now-getting-cold food on the table, and sighed. She contemplated on calling him, but refrained. She didn't want to look desperate. Then something suddenly crossed her mind, and her eyes widened. "Did...she tell him? Has Leah told Davey about Octavio?" She wondered. The thought threw her off balance, and immediately, she took her cellphone and dialled Davey's line. It rang severally, but no one picked the line. "I hope that witch didn't tell Davey about my son. If she destroys my plans, I

Chapter 17 The hall was as silent as a graveyard, the only audible noise was the muffled whisper that scattered around the room. Seeing the power tussle in the air, Mei Li quickly stepped in. "Gentlemen, I don't think this is the place for such conversations..." "No, madam," Davey interrupted her softly, and cleared his throat, "I'm only trying to share my view of his vision just like you've asked us to do. It's a contract bidding, right? We can be expressive as well." "Saying such a thing to me is what you called being expressive? Are you trying to prove a point right now by involving personal issues?" Michael asked with a smirk on his face. "At least, you accept that you're sleeping with my wife..." "Enough!" Suzanne interrupted loudly as she sprang up on her feet. She collected the microphone from Michael, and turned to face the committee. "Please, forgive this menace on the bidding. I think Mr. Hawthorne has a personal problem with Mr. O'Connor, but none of what he

Chapter 19 (Two hours later) The wooden floor seemed to shrink under the weight of Nathan’s heavy footsteps. His face was contorted in a mask of barely restrained. When Suzanne walked into the bidding room, he couldn't believe it. He thought he was seeing things until Davey turned to give him the death glare. He got to where Naomi stood, and fixed her with a stare so cold, it could freeze mercury. "Naomi," he began, his voice low and dangerous, "explain. Right. Now." Naomi shifted uncomfortably, the silk of her blouse whispering against the cool breeze in around the restaurant where they'd decided to meet to avoid being heard. She looked anxious more than before, her lips quivered without mercy. She avoided his gaze, focusing on a nonexistent speck of dust on her immaculate manicure. "I... I followed your instructions, Nathan," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the air conditioning outside the restaurant. "I put the... the medication in Suzanne’s wine