Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 31

**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 31: Four Years, Burned to Ash**

As Lydia spoke, she tilted her head upward within the warmth of Sean’s embrace, her eyes glistening with the remnants of tears, red and puffy from the emotional turmoil. “But Sean, can you please not be angry at her? She only acted that way because she loves you so much,” she implored, her voice a mixture of desperation and hope.

In that moment, a thrill coursed through Lydia as she imagined the scene that would unfold when Helen arrived. The thought of Helen walking in to find her nestled comfortably in Sean’s arms filled her with a wicked excitement. A plan began to form in her mind—a scheme to ensure that Sean’s friends would humiliate Helen, to grind her down, to make her feel the weight of her jealousy. How satisfying it would be to see her brought low, to watch her squirm as she was forced to lick their shoes clean.

As Lydia’s words echoed—“Helen is at Royal Court”—a sudden rush of adrenaline surged through Sean. His heart began to race, the irritation that had settled between his brows dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

Helen had already arrived at Royal Court. It was clear now that she must have rushed over, driven by the urgency of the phone call he had made earlier. Despite her cold demeanor on the line, her actions spoke volumes. Deep down, she cared for him. Perhaps even loved him.

A flicker of hope ignited within Sean. He could still wield some control over Helen.

With a newfound lightness in his mood, he raised his glass and took a generous gulp of his drink. Lydia, sensing the shift in his demeanor, felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning in closer, her voice taking on a playful whine. “Sean, you said you were only with her to find out if your grandmother left her any private assets, but… she’s so beautiful. Do you really like her?”

At her words, Sean’s drinking came to an abrupt halt. His fingers tightened around the glass, the moment stretching into an uncomfortable silence.

“Sean?” Lydia’s heart sank at his lack of response, and she bit down on her lower lip, her hands clenching anxiously at her sides.

Just as Sean was about to respond, his gaze flickered to the entrance of the room. There, standing in the doorway, was a slender figure—tall and poised, yet shrouded in the dim light, her face obscured.

It was Helen.

She had actually come.

A smile broke across Sean’s face, deepening the warmth in his eyes as he took in her presence. He gripped his glass tighter, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “Like her? How could that be possible?” he retorted, feigning nonchalance.

In one swift motion, he drained his glass and leaned down, capturing Lydia’s chin with his fingers. He transferred the liquor from his mouth to hers, an act both intimate and shocking.

“Mmph…” The fiery burn of the alcohol slid down Lydia’s throat, causing her eyes to widen and redden as she choked.

A satisfied grin spread across Sean’s face as he watched her struggle, his fingertip catching the droplets of liquor that escaped from the corner of her mouth. “Don’t you already know who I like?”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and tinged with intimacy, resonating throughout the private room.

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