I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 148

Hugo, his face bruised and swollen, flinched at the director’s words. He glanced at Verna, and under the crushing weight of Steven’s dual assault, he finally broke.

“I was wrong, Mr. Lancaster! I shouldn’t have been blinded by lust. I shouldn’t have touched her. I swear, I didn’t know she was your woman! If I had known, I would have died before I laid a finger on her!”

“But I didn’t touch her—not really. I didn’t defile her. And I didn’t touch your designer either. You’ve beaten me up, so we’re even. I won’t say a word about this. Lucid Works needs to enter the domestic market. Please, don’t ruin us!”

I listened as they switched back and forth between languages, only able to understand Hugo’s pleas.

So that was it. The reason Lucid Works failed to enter the market in my past life was because Steven had intervened.

And now, for Verna’s sake, he was doing it again—sacrificing a multi-billion-dollar contract and crippling a century-old family business, all for her.

History was repeating itself.

A strange, complicated feeling washed over me. I had traveled thousands of miles, schmoozed with strangers, and stayed up all night studying their designs to land this deal, only for Steven to tear it all down in a fit of rage for another woman. And while a part of me was glad to see it happen…

I felt a familiar, degrading sense of worthlessness, just like in my past life.

A series of agonized screams snapped me back to the present. I looked up to see Steven’s black leather shoe planted firmly on Hugo’s crotch, grinding down with sickening force.

My blood ran cold. “Steven…”

A blow like that would leave him crippled for life.

Was he really willing to go that far for Verna?

He didn’t let up until Hugo’s face had turned ashen and he’d passed out. Then, Steven stepped back with a look of disgust.

“How could you?!” the project director shrieked, his own face pale with terror. But he didn’t dare confront Steven, instead rushing to Hugo’s side and trying to drag him away. “Young master, young master, wake up! I’m taking you to the hospital…”

Once they were gone, Gordon hurried to Verna’s side. “Mr. Lancaster, Ms. Garcia seems to be seriously injured. I’ve already called for an ambulance, but we should get her to the hospital now.”

Steven glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my swollen cheek. His long, elegant fingers gently brushed against my skin, his gaze deep and unreadable.

“Besides your face, are you hurt anywhere else?”

I shook my head. The impact with the table had hurt, but the pain had subsided. “No. Your Verna is the one who’s seriously hurt.”

For the next few minutes, he was glued to his phone, texting furiously, no doubt checking on Verna’s condition.

I saw it all, my eyes downcast. The doctor applied ointment to my face, and I winced in pain but didn’t make a sound.

I knew he was worried about Verna, but I wasn’t about to tell him to go to her. In my past life, I wasn’t involved in this incident, but this time, I was.

We were in a foreign country, on their turf. Hugo’s family was powerful here. Steven had been brutal. We were in this together, and I didn’t know anyone. If he left and they came for revenge, what would I do?

I admit, I’m not that selfless. I wanted to get home alive.

Just then, Steven’s phone rang. He answered, his handsome brow furrowing even deeper.

“How is she?”

“Tell her not to cry. She’s not going to be disfigured. I’m on my way—”

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