The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 58

Naomi had to admit Lester made a good point, which made her feel a lot better.

But if Lindsay actually managed to get a job at the Quigley Group, Naomi would be furious—after all, working there was her dream.

“Naomi, let me take you home,” Lester offered as he unlocked the car. “I need to stay at the hospital with my mom tonight.” Just mentioning Althea left Lester cold and bitter.

No one from Quigley Manor had come to check on his mother since last night—not a single call, not even a text. After living together for more than twenty years, it was as if she were a stranger who didn’t deserve their concern.

Naomi quickly replied, “No need, I’ll get a cab. Your mom needs you more—go be with her.”

“It’s rush hour,” Lester said, glancing out at the congested street. “It’ll be hard to get a cab right now. It’s really no trouble for me to drive you.”

“Honestly, I’ll be fine.” Naomi flashed him her sweetest smile, eager to look considerate and understanding. “Go look after your mom.” With that, she hopped out of the car.

Through the window, she waved cheerfully at Lester.

He could only shake his head with a wry smile, gave her a nod, and restarted the engine. The luxury sedan glided away, disappearing down the road.

As soon as the car was out of sight, Naomi’s gentle expression vanished. Her face twisted with resentment as she spat out, “Althea, you really are hard to kill. Even jumping from the fifth floor didn’t finish you off.”

She sneered, “But now you’re paralyzed from the waist down. Call it karma for all the years you bullied me and my mom.”

Feeling satisfied after her little rant, Naomi finally flagged down a cab.

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Quigley Manor.

Lindsay understood. The incident at work had obviously reached his ears—otherwise, he wouldn’t be offering help so directly.

A beat later, Yves added quietly, “Lindsay, I want Horace out of Quigley Manor tomorrow.”

He couldn’t stand Horace for another day. Yves knew he was here with an agenda—and just this afternoon, the security cameras caught him trying to enter the locked study.

Everything in that room was tied directly to the future of the Quigley Group. If any of those documents were leaked, it would be the end of them—just like what happened to the Nelson family.

“Why?” Lindsay frowned. “There’s only three days left until the end of the month.”

“He tried to break into the study today. That alone is enough to have him thrown out,” Yves replied bluntly.