Chapter 645 I Want to Avenge My Son!
As Ryder carried Saskia toward the door, Sarah stood in the doorway, blocking their path.
"Excuse me," Ryder said flatly.
"Me?" Sarah's face betrayed both guilt and suspicion.
Ryder saw her expression but said nothing more. Explanations would be complicated, and Saskia needed immediate medical attention.
He simply shifted Saskia's weight in his arms and brushed past Sarah without a backward glance.
Sarah opened her mouth to speak but ultimately remained silent.
Logic told her that rushing Saskia to the hospital was the only reasonable choice given her condition.
But Sarah wasn't the same woman she'd been six months ago. She'd watched Ryder change and gradually realized she'd fallen for him.
Was she jealous? Of course she was. She'd just witnessed Ryder carrying Saskia, defending her—his first love, no less.
Yet Sarah's good breeding transformed that jealousy into a quiet melancholy that radiated from her in gentle waves of sadness.
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"Hey there, pretty, why waste your attention on Ryder?" Zane sidled up beside her. "You've been duped, I'm afraid. Ryder was my college classmate—he was promiscuous back then and eventually returned to Houston for a matrilocal marriage. Look at him now—first day back in Aurora City and he's already hooked up with one of his old flames!"
Sarah gave him a cold sideways glance. "Are you finished?"
"Fine, fine. Let's not talk about Ryder," Zane pivoted. "Let me tell you about myself. I'm the Deputy General Manager at Passion Logistics Management Company, under the Maple Group. My GM is retiring soon, which means I'll be taking over. Perhaps we could get to know each other better?"
The click of high heels echoed in the hallway as Sarah walked away.
Zane called after her, "At least leave your phone number! Don't be so cold! I'm much better than Ryder—he's just a poor delivery guy. What kind of future could he possibly offer you?"
Sarah suddenly stopped and turned. "Ryder," she said with deliberate clarity, "is my husband."
With that, she continued walking.
"What?" Zane stood frozen.
Behind him, their former classmates were equally stunned.
Until now, most of their attention had been focused on Alfonso's death, though many had noticed Sarah.
Initially, they'd assumed from her tailored suit and executive demeanor that she was a hotel manager.
But did she just say she was Ryder's wife?
As the shock wore off, excited chatter broke out:
"That woman is really Ryder's wife? My God, she's stunning!"
"Must be! We always heard he married into wealth and that his wife was Houston's most beautiful woman. The rumors were true!"
"Lord, I'd happily marry into a family too if it meant getting a woman like that!"
Their earlier mockery of Ryder had transformed into pure envy.
Zane, seething with jealousy, suddenly barked, "What are you all going on about? Alfonso is dead, so who's paying for this reunion now?"
His practical question instantly silenced the room.
The former classmates exchanged uncomfortable glances. No one volunteered to cover the bill.
Eventually, someone suggested splitting it equally.
While they debated, Zane announced grandly, "No need! I'll cover it!"
"That's fantastic!"
"As expected from our soon-to-be General Manager!"
"Exactly! In our class, Zane's the most successful—Ryder doesn't even compare!"
As they heaped praise on him, Zane added with a smirk: "Don't celebrate too soon. I meant I've already paid for my portion. You'll each need to cover your own—just $38,000 per person!"
The room exploded.
"What? $38,000? That's half my annual salary!"
"That's insane! The hotel must be ripping us off!"
"Impossible! There are fifteen of us—are you saying this meal cost over half a million dollars? We barely ordered anything!"
Some turned their anger toward Zane.
"You said you were helping us settle the bill!"
"Can't you see he's just enjoying watching us squirm?"
"What a jerk. He thinks he's special because he has some money."
Zane watched their reactions with amusement. Life after college had taught him the harsh realities of the world.
Sucking up to wealthy capitalists served a purpose, but these struggling former classmates offered him nothing. Why put on a show for them?
"That's what happens when you order the most expensive items just because Alfonso was paying. Serves you right!" With that, Zane sauntered away humming a tune.
The classmates complained bitterly but eventually had no choice but to pay the painful $38,000 each.
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Back in room 1801, Owen remained on the floor. His surge of anger had nearly caused him to pass out, but the pain from Ryder's kick kept him painfully alert.
His heart ached. His body ached.
Just moments ago, his only son Alfonso had died. The Weaver family line had always been thin—how could they survive such a blow?
If not for Sarah's presence, he would have made that Saskia woman pay dearly for what happened. The hatred burned within him.
Owen wiped away his tears and pulled out his phone:
"Yes, it's Owen. My son was killed. Just now! By one of his college classmates—a woman. The police investigation cleared her, but I don't believe it."
"I want revenge! I won't let that woman Saskia get away with this! Or the man who saved her—according to their classmates, his last name is Clark."
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