Chapter 794:
Mylo’s chest swelled at her words, his delight mingling with a surge of possessiveness. “Rylie, I’ve tried to treat you with respect. But Paola is sincere and gentle; stop persecuting her. Why can’t you just allow her to remain with me?”
“The Mylo boy?” Felix’s voice was cold, his words edged with disdain. “It seems your family has grown far too idle, letting you meddle in matters you ought never touch.”
He advanced from the VIP passage with measured steps, halting at Rylie’s side. His hand came to rest lightly on her shoulder, a subtle gesture, yet one that carried unmistakable weight. Everyone present understood he was declaring his stance.
Mylo, still nothing more than a recent graduate, faltered beneath the oppressive weight of Felix’s gaze. His confidence shriveled, leaving him tongue-tied.
Placed beside Felix, his presence all but vanished, like a flickering candle next to the blaze of a torch. Paola, though secretly derisive of Mylo’s weakness, felt a coil of dread tighten in her chest. If Felix were to uncover what she had done to Rylie, she would be finished. From the look on his face, however, it seemed he had yet to learn of Rylie’s suffering.
Relief fed her malice. In powerful circles, nothing was more scandalous than a young lady’s reputation being tainted; it could ruin alliances, marriages, futures. The Owens were no exception. No matter how deeply Rylie’s brothers cared for her, once they discovered she had been defiled, they would either cast her off or send her abroad in shame.
Forcing a gentle smile, Paola said, her tone softening with feigned grace, “Mylo is still young, prone to reckless words. Please don’t take offense, Felix.”
She saw no reason to stir up conflict, not when the memory card containing proof of Rylie’s disgrace had already been wrapped as a “gift” and delivered to the club owner.
It was disguised as a congratulatory video, timed perfectly to be displayed in public during the horse racing event.
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Felix’s voice cut through the air, calm yet edged with warning. “Miss Garrett, we are not well acquainted. I would appreciate it if you refrained from forcing associations where none exist.”
Paola’s expression crumpled, tears shimmering as though ready to spill. Mylo, unable to endure watching the one he cherished appear wronged, stepped in hotly. “Mr. Owen, you shouldn’t bully Paola, no matter how you dislike her! From beginning to end, Paola has been the one maligned. She’s gentle and kind to everyone. Meanwhile, Rylie has you ensnared; she’s the one harboring the most treacherous heart!”
The instant the words left his lips, Felix’s gaze sharpened into ice.
It was no longer detached indifference; it was the crushing weight of authority, a silent storm gathering strength, ready to descend upon the reckless youth who had dared provoke him.
He did not utter a word. Yet his eyes, cold, unwavering, and merciless, bore down on Mylo like an invisible blade, daring him to move, daring him to breathe.
“The Perry family has certainly raised you well,” Felix said, his tone low but cutting, carrying effortlessly over the distant roar of the racetrack. “To produce an heir so blind to right and wrong. It seems your family’s recent streak of fortune has made you forget the most basic law of commerce—tend to your own affairs and never provoke those who are beyond your reach.”
His lips curved in cold disdain as he added, “Why not throw it all away and become a penniless pair with Paola?”
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