Chapter 227: The Impact Of Her Presence
Reese was insistent, her voice filled with determination. "You need to investigate. If you don't uncover anything now and a problem arises later, I want to see how you’ll cope." Her concern for Malcolm was palpable, the fear of a hidden identity or a potential conflict of interest gnawing at her. The sooner she knew, the sooner she could act.
Calvin, realizing the gravity of the situation, agreed to look into it. He had witnessed Malcolm's extraordinary abilities in the subway car—speed that an average person could not possibly achieve. The tales of Malcolm's feats that Reese had shared with him painted a picture of a formidable man, and Reese's urgency to investigate only confirmed Malcolm's uniqueness."All right, I'll look into it. I'll do it right away and let you know what I find," Calvin assured her. After hanging up, Reese's frustration grew. Malcolm's enigma was a puzzle she had yet to solve. Previously, she was the one making assumptions about him, but now, the roles had reversed. For her upcoming birthday, which coincidentally fell on Valentine's Day, Malcolm had sent her an address with no explanation, only instructions to go there. With the unresolved issues of her robotics project weighing heavily on her, Reese was already feeling stressed. After much contemplation, she decided to go.Upon her arrival, she crossed paths with Dahlia, who had heard rumors of a grand party—a surprise planned by a CEO for his beloved lady. Dahlia wasn't there to show support, but to network with executives. The thought of Reese ending up with someone like Malcolm while she settled for less was unbearable. As for Silva, Dahlia had no idea where he had been gallivanting recently. Ever since she noticed Silva's interest in Reese, she had been irked, the mere sight of him, ignited her anger. Even during intimate moments, she felt as if he was looking past her, at someone else. She was no fool; she saw through his antics clearer than anyone else. Emotions were fleeting, especially for playboys like Silva who changed women as frequently as they changed clothes. She knew that if she couldn't keep providing him with the thrill he sought, she would soon be replaced. That's why she always tried her best to extract every possible benefit from the men she dated.However, running into Reese at the party was unexpected. The mere thought of Reese made Dahlia seethe with rage. If it hadn't been for Reese's sudden appearance around Silva, causing him to act as if he had lost his bearings, would she be in this predicament?Whenever Dahlia encountered someone she disliked, she felt a strong urge to lash out, especially when Reese behaved as if Dahlia was beneath her, which infuriated her even more."Seems like you're lost. Shouldn't you be going home early, playing the dutiful Mrs. Flynn of the Flynn family?" Dahlia taunted.Reese looked at Dahlia with disdain and contempt, her aura of superiority not inviting resentment, but rather seemed like a natural part of her. Without uttering a word, Reese had already subdued Dahlia's combative spirit. Despite her usual aloofness and silence, Reese could be just as sharp-tongued, especially with someone as vexing as Dahlia.With a sneer and an air of icy pride, Reese retorted, “Isn't it normal for Mrs. Flynn of the Flynn family to attend such an event? But you, I don't think my husband invited you. Or did you believe one could just crash this kind of occasion?”Dahlia's pride was wounded by Reese's words. Her previously triumphant expression darkened, but she didn't back down from her biting retort. “Reese, are you so wrapped up in being Mrs. Flynn that you've forgotten your own name? When you slander me, you also slander yourself!”Reese's anger flared at this accusation, her gaze becoming even sharper and colder. “Are you confused about something? Since when did I become part of the Brooks family? Beyond the surname, which still unfortunately tops my head, when have you seen me have anything to do with the Brooks family?”Dahlia was taken aback by Reese's blunt disassociation. “Reese, that’s cold. Have you forgotten who blessed you with this marriage? They were all my rejects. If I had wanted to marry Malcolm, do you really think it would be your turn?”Just as Reese was about to respond, Tartt stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her. His towering height and professional demeanor alone were enough to intimidate Dahlia. His entire being radiated barely contained fury, as if he was on the brink of exploding. "Just because it's not Reese's turn doesn't mean you can go around gossiping about her!" Dahlia genuinely didn't expect another unknown man to come to Reese's defense.Dahlia tilted her chin up and noticed that Tartt was quite handsome. Her admiration quickly turned to envy. What luck had Reese stumbled upon to have these men lining up, ready to defend her honor? Each one more dashing than the last. If she could snag a man like Tartt, wouldn't that be far better than settling for someone like Silva? The thought ignited a fiery determination within her.Her emotions flitted across her face, rage quickly replaced with resolve as she addressed Tartt. "Sir, you might not realize just how adept your lady friend here is at seducing men. Don't let her fool you with her facade."Tartt's expression remained unimpressed, perhaps even slightly annoyed at Dahlia for bad-mouthing Reese right to his face. He typically didn't engage in petty squabbles with women, but when it came to someone crossing Reese, he had no intention of holding back. "No matter what she's like, as long as she's standing here, I've got her back."Reese's pupils quivered slightly, probably not expecting Tartt to say such a thing. Being protected felt good to anyone, but the kind of security Tartt offered felt completely different from what Malcolm had given her.Dahlia felt a deep sense of injustice. "You don't even know her past or her status, and yet you're so good to her. What if she's just deceiving you?"
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