Chapter 261 You'd Better Pray That Day Never Comes
Seb suddenly stopped in his tracks and shot Sean a cold look. "What did you just say?"
Sean, a bit rattled by Seb's icy stare, kept a calm smile plastered on his face.
"Mr. Seb Smith, I just wanna chat about your mom's health. Mr. Tyler Smith's upstairs with her right now, but he'll be down soon. I promise I won't take much of your time."
Seb eyed him warily but moved closer anyway.
Plopping down across from Sean, Seb asked in a low voice, "Alright, what do you wanna talk about?"
Sean grinned, "Mr. Smith, you might not know, but your mom's been having trouble sleeping lately. She's got a sleep disorder, which is pretty risky at her age."
At first, Seb was following along, but soon his focus started slipping, and his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton.
Fifteen minutes later, Seb was out cold on the couch.
Seeing Seb knocked out, Sean looked up and said, "Mr. Tyler Smith, you can start prepping for the hypnosis."
Two guys in black suits showed up, lifted Seb into a wheelchair, and whisked him away.
Meanwhile, over at the Silvercrest Group's President's Office.
Paul found out Sean was a big-shot hypnotist overseas, and it gave him a bad vibe. Even if Sandra was sick, why the heck would they need a hypnotist?
He grabbed his phone and dialed Seb's number, ready to spill the beans.
No answer.
Paul's gut feeling got worse. Just as he was about to bolt to The Smith Mansion, a bunch of guys in black suits stepped out of the elevator and headed straight for him.
"Mr. Harris, Mr. Tyler Smith wants a word. Please come with us."
Paul's face turned stone-cold. "I'm Mr. Seb Smith's secretary, not Mr. Tyler Smith's."
To Paul, the fact these guys were so bold meant something bad had happened to Seb. He needed to get out of Silvercrest Group and find help.
"That's not your call, Mr. Harris. Mr. Tyler Smith knows all about your family. If you don't want them dragged into this, you'd better come with us."
Paul's eyes flared with anger, and he clenched his teeth. "What does he want? I'm just a secretary. Is it worth it to dig into my family to threaten me?"
The guy in black didn't flinch. "You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Harris."
An hour later, Paul walked into The Smith Mansion.
Tyler greeted him with a smile. "Mr. Harris, take a seat. Sorry for dragging you here like this."
Paul stopped a few steps away and said coldly, "Mr. Tyler Smith, I'm Mr. Seb Smith's secretary. If you need me to pass a message to Mr. Seb Smith, fine. But if you want me to betray him, forget it."
Seeing the fire in Paul's eyes, Tyler's smile grew even warmer. "Mr. Harris, I'd never harm Seb. He's my son, after all. I called you here because I need your help with something."
Paul stayed silent, staring at Tyler with a mix of defiance and patience, waiting for him to go on.
"Ever since Sharon's accident, you've been glued to Seb's side as his secretary. You probably know his every move better than anyone. No one wanted Sharon's accident, but it happened, and we gotta keep moving. I can't just sit back and watch Seb tear himself apart."
Paul's eyes flickered, but he kept his mouth shut.
Tyler went on, "If remembering hurts more than forgetting, isn't it better to just forget? At least then, he might find some happiness. Don't you think, Mr. Harris?"
Paul finally got what Tyler was up to.
"So, you brought in the hypnotist to mess with Mr. Seb Smith's head?"
Tyler smiled. "Mr. Harris, that's a bit harsh. I just want Seb to stop living in misery."
Paul sneered. "Did you even ask Mr. Seb Smith about this?"
"Seb's obsessed with Sharon right now. If I asked, he'd definitely say no. But you've seen him—he's wasting away. If he keeps this up, he'll be dead in a few years. Do you want me to watch my son die young over someone who's already gone?" Tyler's voice got all worked up.
Paul knew arguing was pointless; Tyler wouldn't listen anyway.
"So, what do you want from me?"
"Just make sure that after Seb forgets Sharon, no one brings her up. Not you, not the employees at Silvercrest Group."
Tyler's face was stone-cold, like he was talking about the weather, not his son's dead girlfriend.
Paul glared at him. "Do I even have a choice?"
Tyler grinned. "Mr. Harris, you're a smart guy. You know what's best. Seb forgetting Sharon is good for everyone."
Paul's fists clenched, his eyes burning with anger and helplessness. He knew he couldn't change Tyler's mind, and Tyler wasn't giving him any chance to help Seb.
Even his phone had been snatched by the goons on the way here.
Paul said coldly, "Mr. Tyler Smith, now I get why Mr. Seb Smith cut ties with you."
Tyler's cup shattered on the floor, and the room got tense.
He glared at Paul, his voice dripping with menace. "Mr. Harris, you're just a secretary. Do your job and stay out of it. I can make Sharon disappear from Seb's life, and I can make you disappear too!"
Paul smirked. "Mr. Tyler Smith, I know you can. But if Mr. Seb Smith ever finds out, I hope you won't regret it."
"Then you'd better pray that day never comes, or he won't forgive you either."
With that, Tyler stood up. "Mr. Harris, you're staying here until Seb's hypnosis is done. Try to run, and you'll be sorry."
After Tyler left, two goons came to take Paul to a room.
Three days of house arrest later, Paul was finally released.
He walked out, down the long hallway to the living room, and saw Seb sitting on the sofa, his back to him.
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