Chapter 798:
A few minutes later, Clive arrived to find his son arguing with Veda. Without a word, he delivered a sharp slap across Mylo’s face and jabbed a finger at him. “Go ahead, chase after your so-called love. But starting now, every account and asset in your name is locked.”
Veda clung to Clive’s arm, her glare unwavering. “You won’t get anywhere without us. If this relationship means anything, Paola won’t care that you’ve lost everything.”
By nightfall, Mylo had been tossed out of the house, stripped of everything but the clothes he wore. Even his prized sports car was towed away.
He reached out to friends, hoping that someone would step in. One by one, they all turned their backs. Lenny, his closest confidant, offered only cold advice. “If you want any chance, get on your knees and apologize to Miss Owen. You and Paola are the ones in the wrong.”
Anger flashed in Mylo’s eyes. “I’d rather die than bow down to a manipulative woman like her!”
Lenny just laughed and waved for his butler to show Mylo the door.
No luck came at the family’s hotels either. He tried every location, only to be refused a room and denied any sort of credit. Nightfall found Mylo wandering the streets, stripped of every safety net his family once provided.
His mother’s words echoed loud and clear. “You won’t get anywhere without us.”
Weighed down by defeat, he hesitated before calling Paola. The hesitation in his voice told her everything — Veda was forcing him out, pushing him to the brink.
Paola listened, understanding the unspoken message. Deep down, she believed that if she and Mylo could hold on a little longer, Veda’s resolve would break and she would never let her own son stay lost for good.
Paola’s voice was gentle as she said, “You can stay at my place. I have a spare room available.”
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Mylo’s eyes softened with emotion. “I knew it, Paola. You’re the only one who truly cares about me.”
As she received a message from Brad that the scheme targeting Mylo and Paola was underway, Rylie exited the car and faced a garden owned by Elegance.
At the entrance, the butler greeted her with deference. “Miss Owen, Miss Shaw is already waiting for you in the foyer.”
Rylie had come as agreed, intending to fulfill her appointment and attend to Kailee’s ailing grandmother.
As she stepped inside, her eyes discreetly took in the surroundings. Kailee’s father, Juan, was a senior government official, and the family had strong political connections. Their home was elegantly understated, without any flashy displays of wealth.
The atmosphere inside carried a cool edge. Kailee was seated on the sofa, a cat resting in her lap and a thick knitted blanket draped across her legs. When she noticed Rylie enter, she folded the blanket aside and rose gracefully.
“I hope the cold on your way here wasn’t too difficult, Miss Owen.”
Rylie shook her head lightly, her eyes resting for a moment on the fabric. “That’s a lovely blanket.”
Kailee’s lips curved with a gentle smile. “It was made by a master craftsman. Every stitch is hand-knitted, and the pattern is one of a kind.”
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