Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586

Owen flashed a smile and took a few steps forward. “Of course, Dr. Todd,” he replied warmly.

Just as Tristan was about to step forward, a clear, ringing voice suddenly called out from the doorway. “Ms. Saxon!”

All eyes turned toward the sound, only to see Flynt strolling in leisurely, gripping Axton by the scruff of his collar.

No matter how hard he struggled, Axton’s face darkened with rage, yet he couldn’t break free from Flynt’s iron grip.

“Today is your discharge day, so I came by especially to deliver a congratulatory gift, Dr. Todd,” Flynt said, giving Axton a sharp tug that sent him stumbling forward. “Just happened to spot this gentleman lurking suspiciously at the door, so I brought him along.”

Nikolas’s face darkened as he strode forward. “Let go! He’s one of us from the Todd School!”

“Ah, so that’s how it is!” Flynt released his grip with an exaggerated show of realization. “My bad.”

“Mr. Sanchez, are you all right?” Nikolas asked as he steadied Axton.

Axton looked up and met Tristan’s gaze. For two full seconds, he froze, then deliberately looked away.

Axton protested, “I was just passing by-who knows what got into this guy to grab me like that?”

Axton turned to leave, his voice thick with unspoken grievance. “I’m not part of the Todd School anymore. I should go.”

Nikolas quickly stepped forward to stop him. “Mr. Sanchez, since you’ve come all this way, why not stay for a meal?”

Tristan called out, half-joking, half-sincere, “Axton, after all these years, are you really that reluctant to see me?”

Axton’s eyes welled up as he retorted, “This is all because you were blind!”

Tristan sighed. “Stay.”

Axton said nothing more about leaving.

Ignoring their argument, Flynt walked straight up to Aria and presented her with an exquisitely crafted wooden box. “Ms. Saxon, this is just a small token from me.”

“Think of it as both a congratulatory gift and an apology,” Flynt said.

Aria studied him for a few seconds, then reached out to take the box. “Thanks.”

Owen shot Flynt a cold glare, then firmly took Aria’s hand. “Let’s go inside,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

As the group walked inside, Flynt suddenly called out, “Ms. Saxon, how do you like my

little present?”

Flynt wasn’t talking about the wooden box-the gift he meant was actually that banknote he had given her before.

Aria kept walking without a backward glance, blending into the crowd.

Owen shot Flynt a cold glare, his dark eyes filled with chilling intent.

Upon entering the conference hall, Finlay closed the door behind them.

Tristan turned to Aria. “Girl, what do you plan to do about Culver?”

Aria turned to Finlay. “Have you tracked down his accomplice yet?”

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Finlay shook his head. “Whoever it is, they’re hiding really well.”

“Keep him for now,” Aria said coolly. “We’ll use him to root out all the traitors.”

Finlay nodded in agreement, then suddenly turned to Aria. He said sincerely, “Aria, thank you for saving my father.”

“He’s my master,” Aria said. “I was just doing my duty.”

Hearing this, a warm smile lit up Tristan’s eyes.

Aria lifted the lid of the exquisitely carved wooden box Flynt had given her. To her surprise, inside lay a rare ancient medical tome.

Tristan exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening. “Why would that man give away something so valuable?”

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