Female Novel
Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Qemal kept taunting, “You broke my arm, and all I’m asking is for you to lose one of yours! Better doit before I change my mind, and fast! Or else, it’ll be more than an arm you’ll be losing!”
Liam snapped his head up, his face stormy as he locked eyes with Qemal. The murderous intentwas plain to see, and it felt like the air itself grew heavier with his fury.
“Don’t try to take advantage of me!” Liam’s voice was icy as he glared, his eyes practically shootingdaggers.
That single look sent Qemal stumbling back in fear! It was downright chilling.
Locking eyes with Liam was like staring down the grim reaper
himself, and Qemal thought he was a goner. Could Liam really be a nobody? How could someonedismissed as a nobody have such a fearsome look and such an intense presence?
Yafe realized that Liam was no ordinary man. It would be foolish to make a move without knowingwhat Liam was capable of. Liam, who had been missing for seven years, had come backtransformed, his former timidity replaced by a menacing presence.
As Qemal kept pushing buttons, Yafe cut in urgently, “Qemal, stop wasting time. You need to get tothe hospital. Your hand can’t wait!”
After that, Yafe turned his attention to Liam. “Fine, you guys can just hang out over here in thiscorner. By the time this party’s over, I better not see you around. Keep out of trouble, got it?”
With that, Yafe, Sherah, and their group strode into the banquet’s grand hall, completely ignoringCelena.
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Liam gently lifted Celena, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and
entered the grand hall. Celena leaned on Liam, glancing back at Yafe’s fading figure with a flicker ofsorrow in her eyes. Her face was a portrait of dejection.
The banquet hall was decorated like an ancient palace, filled to the brim with guests. Reginald wasthe center of attention at the head table, with a steady stream of well-wishers bringing gifts andgood
cheer.
“Grandpa, I brought you this tea set!”
Cheryl, wearing a flowing water-blue gown with her hair elegantly swept up, seemed unfazed by herrecent split from the Hughes family. She approached with a finely decorated box in hand, offering itwith reverence to Reginald.
“Excellent, excellent!” Reginald beamed, accepting the box from
Cheryl. As he lifted the lid, the crowd caught sight of a beautiful sky- blue tea set. Its glaze waswebbed with delicate cracks. A murmur of awe rippled through the guests.
“Wow, this tea set is something else!” novelbin
“Absolutely, it’s a masterpiece from a renowned artist, Mr. Redfern. I heard it fetched one milliondollars at the last auction!”
The buzz of conversation grew, but so did Reginald’s grin. He laughed heartily and said, “Cheryl,you’ve outdone yourself. No wonder you’re my favorite granddaughter.”
Reginald, resplendent in his traditional black and red garb, sat proudly at the head of the table,cradling the tea set Cheryl had gifted him. He had a look of pure delight on his face.
Just behind Cheryl, a dashing young man in a burgundy suit in his early twenties stepped forward.He held an ornate box and, with a
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respectful bow and a warm smile, said, “Reginald, may your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Seaand your life as long as the Southern Mountains. I am Wasyl Abbott, the heir to the Abbott Group.”
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