Chapter 129 A Generous Gift
Reese felt a bit unsettled by him, which was unusual for her. She usually had a thicker skin than most, but even she could get flustered when someone managed to push her buttons. Now that Everly was gone, what was Malcolm's game with her?
Somehow, Malcolm's touch, which once repelled her, now sent her heart racing with a mere brush against her skin or an excessively close encounter. She hated being dominated in any situation, yet every time Malcolm overpowered her, leaving her without a response, it was a blow to her self-esteem..
The staff on the side couldn't help but let out a knowing chuckle and started whispering among themselves.
"Wow, Malcolm and Mrs. Flynn seem really lovey-dovey."
"Yeah, our shy Malcolm turned down so many girls we introduced to him. Turns out he was just waiting for the right one."
"Look at Malcolm’s face, it’s red as an apple, and it’s kinda cute."
"If only Malcolm were a bit more approachable, her glare can be so intimidating."
"How can a woman possess such a daunting gaze? It's scary."
Reese absorbed every word of the staff's chatter about her, not missing a beat. Malcolm might have seemed outspoken, but he didn't really cross any lines; he just wrapped his arm around her waist, which he fancied due to its perfect, slender form that felt absolutely blissful to the touch.
His wife was precious to him, and he was slowly appreciating her value.
Beneath Reese's tough exterior lay a bashful heart, and instead of physically confronting Malcolm like before, she resorted to verbal threats.
"If you don't release me, I'm staying with Alyssa tonight."
Malcolm raised an eyebrow in surprise, a faint smile teasing at the corner of his eyes.
"Oh? Have you seen the light? Is there nothing like your husband's embrace to keep you warm?"
"I'm doing this because I have to!" she retorted through clenched teeth.
"Is it such a burden to sleep with your own husband?"
He feigned hurt, but the grip around Reese's waist tightened playfully, tickling her to the point that she almost jumped out of his arms.
That sneaky man! How dared he trick her? Reese wasn't someone to be subdued—no way!
The next second, Reese whipped out a silver pin she always carried and jabbed it at a specific point on Malcolm's body. For a moment, his handsome face relaxed entirely, followed by a hearty laugh. With his laughter came a decrease in grip strength, and Reese easily broke free, standing up and dusting off her hands with a triumphant arch of her brow.
"I've always warned you, never to cross the line with me—this is the consequence."
Malcolm chuckled nonstop, a sight to behold. Reese had to admit the guy's laughter was attractive, almost magnetic—though she was no simpleton swayed by a pretty face. Since he had ignored her warning, she was left with no choice but to let him in on her little secret.
As she was about to ascend the stairs, she turned back and offered him another word of warning.
"Don't worry," Reese warned, a sly smile playing on her lips, "the laughter will die down in half an hour. But next time you defy me, it won't just be for thirty minutes."
For the next half hour, Malcolm's laughter echoed pleasantly through the living room.
Upstairs, Vincent observed the entire scene with a determined, cold gaze. Reese was no ordinary girl; she had healed Malcolm's leg, and it was no fluke. She had true skills.
And yet, despite exhausting considerable resources and manpower, Vincent couldn't dig up anything concrete about her background.
His assistant called, prompting him to return to his room.
"What's up?" Vincent asked tersely.
"Vincent, we've got a problem with that investment we made. It's looking like a loss in the hundreds of millions."
Vincent's face darkened in disbelief. "What did you say?"
"All the information from the other party was fraudulent. That medical company declared bankruptcy years ago. Somebody must have recently pumped money into it, but now they've vanished with our investment. And those medical devices we were supposed to get? They've been swapped out," explained the assistant, his voice edgy with concern.
Vincent's voice turned icy, laced with anger. "So you're telling me we're out both money and assets?"
He had planned to promote the person in charge from the other party, but it turned out to be a trap.
"That's right. I suspect we've been set up deliberately, baited with false promise only to be gutted."
Vincent let out a scornful laugh. " Who else but my brother Malcolm could execute such a scheme?"
"Master, why would he? He’s not short of money or decent projects," the assistant questioned, puzzled.
Vincent sneered. "This is personal vendetta. He knew what I had done, that I spiked his medication to impede his recovery. Reese must have told him everything."
It was funny how things turned out—calculations and manipulations, yet he was the one ensnared.
The couple was a perfect match, equally cunning. Reese secretly healed Malcolm's leg, and Malcolm stabbed him in the back.
"Wasn't Reese just some country girl? How is she so powerful?"
"This only proves that she's far from an ordinary country girl. A real country girl wouldn't possess such advanced medical knowledge. Keep digging, check every medical school, don’t leave out the international ones—I refuse to believe we won't find a trace."
From this point forward, Reese was no longer merely an ordinary woman in his view. If he didn't dig up the dirt on her, Malcolm would soon be the least of his worries. The mere thought of Reese teaming up with her significant other sent shivers down his spine—he would be in deep trouble.
She was crafty; her partner was even more cunning. In the midst of adversaries, how could he hope to endure the onslaught?
"Yes," Vincent confirmed as he hung up the phone. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glanced at the sparse information about Reese he had managed to collect, his gaze fierce and savage.
'You picked the wrong side, so don't blame me for being ruthless,' he thought, his mind full of dark intentions.
After a shower, Reese inexplicably sneezed as she exited the bathroom. Rubbing her nose, she wondered if Malcolm was bad-mouthing her behind her back.
Her phone suddenly buzzed on the bed. With narrowed eyes and a faint expression of displeasure crossing her pretty features, she saw who it was and promptly declined the call. Calls from Dahlia never boded well.
Undeterred, Dahlia switched to texting instead.
'Sis, Mom and Dad said the Flynns are coming to visit you tomorrow and will stop by to see Finn Sawyer. Can't wait to catch up! I've even prepared a special gift for you—I guarantee you'll love it.'
The message ended with a smiley face, but Reese scoffed in disdain.
Another scheme? Fine, let's see who'll be the one presenting a lavish gift tomorrow.
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