Chapter 523 Old Scores Resurface
Chapter 523 Old Scores Resurface
“He tried to swing at me, but it didn’t end the way he’d hoped.”
“He tried to swing at you? Where did he hit you?” Harvey asked nervously.
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He could still see, as vividly as a nightmare, that night years ago when Sylas beat Laura until she lay motionless; the savage twist of the man’s face had branded itself into his memory.
“Really, it’s nothing–don’t worry,” Laura comforted him.
The deep baritone of Weston sliced through their quiet exchange like a cold gust. “Tell me, Ms. Wentworth, do you always enjoy tugging at your employees in the office?”
Both Laura and Harvey jolted at the voice; Harvey released the sleeve he had been clutching as though it were a live wire.
The secretary trailing Weston gave Laura an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Ms. Wentworth. I tried to stop Mr. Windore.”
After all, this was Weston Windore–Jexburgh’s most celebrated barrister and heir to the Windore dynasty.
At a recent networking event, he had publicly declared himself Laura’s boyfriend; a low–level secretary would sooner challenge a hurricane than bar his way.
“That’s enough. You may go.” Laura waved the secretary off.
The secretary fled like a pardoned prisoner, heels clicking a rapid retreat down the corridor.
Laura then said to Harvey, “Harvey, I just don’t want you dragged back into this mess again. Sylas is a petty, vicious man. Stay alert, and if you need anything, say the word. I can hire bodyguards to keep watch over you.”
Watching Laura fuss over Harvey sent a hot spike of jealousy through Weston’s ribs, bright as sunlight on ice.
With two quick strides, Weston closed the distance, his arm snapping around Laura’s waist, grip firm enough to claim ownership. “My dear girlfriend, is your employee’s safety really that much higher on your priority list than mine?”
Laura crashed against his chest, enveloped by the scent of his cologne and the iron strength of his arms before she could catch her breath.
Laura twisted inside the vise of Weston’s arms. Her palms flattened against the crisp wool of his jacket, pushing hard, yet every inch she gained, he stole right back, pulling her closer until she could feel the thunder of his heart. “What do you think you are doing, Weston?”
Weston finally looked past her to Harvey. The lawyer’s voice was velvet over steel. “Harvey, you once stood beside Laura when no one else dared. For that, the Windore family now stands by you. Your safety is ours to guard. If Sylas Seymour comes after you, we will see you treated, healed, and compensated–whatever it takes.”
Harvey and Laura blinked, momentarily stunned by the sheer weight of the promise hanging in the air.
“I do not need any of that,” Harvey said, his refusal quiet yet firm.
Weston’s eyes narrowed to slits. A colder shade crept into the room like gathering storm clouds.
“I was never blind to the danger,” Harvey continued, words measured but unflinching. “The day I agreed to testify, I knew the cost. I
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appreciate your offer, Mr. Windore, yet Ms. Wentworth has already helped me more than enough. If Seymour causes trouble, I will call the police.”
He drew a breath and pressed on. “And another thing if you have such influence, why did you hold back when Laura was fighting for her life back then? Where were you when she actually needed you?”
The moment he voiced it, a buried memory flashed. At the college mixer, Harvey had recognized Weston’s face–first from a photo he had once glimpsed in Laura’s monthly transit pass, only now remembering.
The man in that photograph had worn a carefree grin, hair a little longer, suit a little louder; a far cry from the razor–sharp figure before them. No wonder Harvey had not connected the two at first glance.
Weston’s expression darkened. The very air in the office seemed to drop ten degrees, as if a vent had opened straight to midwinter.
“Harvey, it is almost time to get out of work,” Laura interjected, summoning a steady tone. “Why not head home? We can talk later. She shot him a look that begged him not to press further.
In Jexburgh, few people survived long after challenging Weston.
“But-” Harvey hesitated, worry clouding his features.
“I will be fine,” Laura assured him, managing a small smile. “Weston is, well, for the moment, my boyfriend. He is not going to hurt
me.”
Reluctant but trusting her word, Harvey nodded once and slipped out of the office, door clicking softly shut behind him.
The silence that followed was brittle. Weston broke it first. “Why did you never come to me for help back then?”
“Come to you?” Laura echoed, confusion knitting her brows.
“Seymour’s attempted assault happened not long after we split,” Weston said, gaze locked on her. “We were still on the same campus. You had countless chances to reach me. Why stay silent? Was I worth that little to you?”
Laura stared at him, stunned, piecing together exactly what he was asking.
A sudden, almost absurd sense of irony washed over her.
He was asking why she had not sought him out. But I did.
And what did it get me?
“You told me no one helped you but Harvey,” Weston pressed. “You called him your savior. Yet you had a simpler path. You could’ve come to me. Did the idea truly never cross your mind, or did you decide I was beneath the effort?”
Chapter 524 Unanswered Plea
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