Chapter 341 Mutual Probing
Luann quickly tidied up, slinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to head out.
"Where you going? I'll give you a ride," Myron said, casually draping his arm around her shoulders.
Luann chuckled. "I'm heading to the Weaver family."
"Need any help?"
"No, but you can be my driver."
"Sure thing."
They got in the car, and Myron started the engine. Luann kept her head down, playing on her phone, while Myron's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. Someone was tailing them, keeping a cautious three-car distance.
Soon, they arrived at the Weaver family's place. Myron dropped Luann off.
"I've got some errands to run. Contact me before you leave."
"Okay."
Myron drove back onto the road, flexing his wrist before suddenly speeding up. The car that had been tailing him immediately followed. They weaved through traffic, Myron's car moving swiftly without hitting any other vehicles.
In the trailing car, Williams smirked grimly. "Not as useless as I thought. But if this is all you’ve got, it’s far from enough."
Williams accelerated. However, twenty minutes later, he realized he had lost Myron. He slowed down, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet alleys around him. Myron's car had vanished.
Williams decided to drive forward, following the tracks on the ground. Just then, a car sped in from the right. Before Williams could react, the car crashed straight into him! The loud crash and screeching tires were exceptionally clear. Williams was jolted. His car was smashed against the wall, and the door dented inward.
Calmly, Williams had unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped to the back seat, avoiding the risk of being crushed in the front. He looked up and saw a pair of cold eyes. Myron sat in the car, his right hand on the steering wheel, his left holding a cigarette, exhaling a thick plume of white smoke. The sun broke through the clouds, casting a hazy light on him, but it didn’t dispel his coldness.
Myron tilted his head slightly and flicked his fingers, and the ash fell out the window. He exuded a commanding presence, his chiseled features sharp.
"Injured?" Myron asked.
Williams shook his head indifferently. "No."
Myron nodded thoughtfully. "That's too bad."
Williams narrowed his eyes and kicked open the door. A flash of cold light streaked toward Myron's forehead. Myron remained unflustered, taking a leisurely drag of his cigarette and casually flicking it forward. The whizzing sound of the cigarette breaking through the air stopped abruptly. The cigarette trembled in mid-air and fell to the ground with a thud. A black needle had pierced the cigarette butt, with just a small part sticking out.
They had already exchanged two blows. Williams looked up, staring at Myron. Over the years, there were few who could withstand his attacks.
Those who couldn’t handle him didn’t need further action. Those who could ended up dead.
Myron spoke coldly, "I hate it when people disrupt my life."
Williams replied slowly, "Your life should be hiding behind that mask, barely surviving in the Curtis family, not dreaming of being with Luann."
"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Luann and I have already signed a marriage agreement, and our relationship is very good," Myron said calmly.
Williams' breath caught. He felt a moment of suffocation. His smile turned grim. "Good relationship? You've known each other for less than half a year, Mr. Curtis. I admire your bravery to say that."
Myron was unfazed. "If a relationship is determined by time, would you still need to stand here wasting words with me?"
Williams' grip tightened. Myron hit the nerve.. The longer he knew Luann, the more time he spent with her, the more unfair it felt. Especially when he learned Luann had fallen for Myron, he was nearly furious to the point of fainting!
He was the one who grew up by her side! Why did Myron, who appeared just a few months ago, get all the benefits?
"It's just a passing fancy." Williams quickly regained his composure. "Luann is naive and easily deceived by smooth-talking men like you. Over time, she will naturally realize who truly cares for her."
Myron smiled faintly. "Is that how you usually comfort yourself?"
Williams met his gaze, murderous intent surging.
"I warn you." Myron's eyes turned cold, the temperature dropping sharply. "If there's a next time, I won't care that you’re her brother."
Williams widened his eyes. He could hardly believe it. Luann had told him about his identity?
"Car fare." Myron pulled a bank card from his wallet and flung it over. The card spun rapidly through the air, slicing through it. Williams frowned, reaching out. He caught it firmly without changing his expression.
"Watch the road next time."
Myron gave a noncommittal smile, reversed the car, and drove away. After he disappeared from sight, Williams slowly opened his palm. The web of his hand holding the card had a split. It seemed he had underestimated Myron.
At the Weaver family, as soon as Luann entered the living room, she saw Mike with a forced smile. Mike didn't want to be like this either, but with Juliet's instructions, he decided to get the money first. He couldn’t afford to fall out with Luann now and end up with nothing.
"The money?"
Luann dodged the topic. "Didn't you say you made a lot of my favorite dishes? Where are they?"
Mike held back his anger. "It's ready. Shall we eat first? Talk while we eat?"
Luann headed straight to the dining room. Mike gritted his teeth. Juliet passed by him, whispering, "Hold on. We can wait till she finishes eating, then ask for the money! Once we have the money, kick her out!"
Luann sat down, her eyes sweeping over the table with a hint of mockery. "I've lived with the Weaver family for four years, and this is the first time I've had my favorite dishes."
