Chapter - 198
The tension in the room had been building, reaching a fever pitch as Geoffrey and Rick’s argument spiraled out of control. The olddy, who had been watching the escting confrontation with growing unease, finally reached her breaking point.
With a surprising burst of energy that belied her age, she stood up straighter and her voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "Leave him be!" shemanded, her voice sharp andmanding, demanding Geoffrey to release Rick immediately.
"But Matriarch!!!" Geoffrey’s voice was a mix of disbelief and frustration. He hadn’t expected her to intervene, not like this. He wasn’t ready to back down, not when he was so convinced of his own righteousness.
"I said let him go," the Matriarch repeated, louder this time, her voice booming in the confined space. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and a deep frown etched her face, signaling she was not in the mood for disobedience. Her gaze was fixed on Geoffrey, piercing and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
Defeated and with a heavy heart, Geoffrey could do nothing butply with her order. With onest re at Rick, he released his grip on Rick’s cor. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, a clear sign of his simmering anger and frustration. Taking a step back, he breathed heavily, trying to regain some semnce of control over his emotions.
Only after Geoffrey had stepped away did the Matriarch rx her stern gaze. She looked away from him.
Meanwhile, Rick couldn’t help but soak in the brief victory, his posture rxing into one of unmistakable triumph. He locked eyes with Geoffrey, his grin spreading wider, brimming with yful arrogance. With a nonchnt gesture, Rick straightened his shirt, the movement smooth and deliberate.
He reclined back in his chair, a picture of casual defiance, legs crossed with an ease that bordered on insolence. Enjoy new tales from mvl
"The dog seems eager to snap even without amand from his master. If I were in charge, I’d say it’s time to put such a beast down. After all, you never know what kind of mess he’ll drag you into next. Thankfully, I don’t have a short fuse like everyone else," Rick quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he shed a smug smile.
He didn’t even bother to nce at the Matriarch as he made his jibe, his eyes fixed on Geoffrey, challenging him to react.
Geoffrey, for his part, could only stare back, his gaze smoldering with barely contained rage. The Matriarch observed the exchange, her expression impassive, her eyes shifting thoughtfully from Rick to Geoffrey and back again. She remained silent, a calm observer amidst the storm of egos shing in front of her.
Gradually, the cafe’s atmosphere eased back into its usual rhythm, the tension dissolving into the background hum of other conversations and the clinking of coffee cups. But it wasn’t eptable to Rick.
"Anyway, as we were saying," Rick started, smoothly transitioning back to the matter at hand, eager to steer the conversation to his advantage.
But before he could ask further about the old man, the olddy decided to take the reigns into her own hand and redirected the conversation towards a different topic.
"So, how did you meet my granddaughter?" the olddy inquired, her tone softer now indicating her willingness to discuss something else.
Well, it was unexpected for the olddy to interrupt him. But there was no reason for him not not answer her. After all, the meeting between him and Evelina had nothing to hide. In fact, he came out as a hero in that encounter.
But before he could answer. Like always, the troublemaker had arrived.
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It was unnecessary, however, Rick couldn’t resist the temptation to provoke her further.
He couldn’t let this opportunity pass without stirring the pot just a bit more. His eyes lit up with a mischievous sparkle, a clear indication he was about to tread where he was least expected. "Oh, our meeting was quite the serendipitous event, truly unexpected," he started, his tone light, almost teasing.
But then, with a sly turn of his head and that ever-present grin widening, he couldn’t resist poking at the topic he knew was off-limits. "Speaking of unexpected..."
"While we’re on the topic of serendipity, I can’t help but wonder about the old man lurking in the college campus. What’s his story?" Rick leaned back, his tone casual yet loaded with innuendo.
Rick leaned forward, the shadow of a smirk ying at the corners of his mouth, his wordsced with a deliberate edge meant to provoke. "I mean, right beneath the college? Seriously, how creepy is that?" His tone was light, but the underlying challenge was clear, aimed directly at the olddy’s known reluctance to dive into such matters.
The olddy’s response was almost imperceptible, a slight arch of her eyebrow betraying her rising annoyance. It was a silent, yet eloquent testament to her growing displeasure, a nonverbal cue that she was not amused by Rick’s insistence on circling back to the forbidden topic.
Unfazed by the olddy’s clear signs of disapproval, Rick maintained his casual, almost sé demeanor. He was undeterred, his yful banter unchanged, as he locked eyes with her, his smirk widening. It was as if he was silently daring her to engage, to rise to the bait of his cheeky provocation.
The tension in the room thickened palpably as the two found themselves locked in a verbal tug-of-war, neither willing to give an inch.
Then again, quite unexpectedly, the olddy shifted gears, her voice taking on a sharper edge, her fist clenching as though grappling with an unseen adversary. "Were you following my granddaughter during that trip to Whispering Wends?"
Rick, sensing the tension ratcheting up, couldn’t help but push further, his grin taking on a mischievous curve. "Oh, I assure you, I wasn’t tailing her. But since we’re on the topic of following, I’ve got to ask—does your dear husband know about the, uh, special attention you’ve been giving the butler?"
The question hit the air like a sudden p of thunder, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. The olddy’s face transitioned from a look of curious engagement to one of utter shock, her eyes ballooning in disbelief at the audacity of Rick’s brazen insinuation.
Before she could muster a response, Rick, leaning into his role of provocateur, didn’t let up. "And how does that work, exactly? Do you keep it a spicy secret, or is it more of an open house event? In the grand hallways, perhaps?" His voice dripped with a blend of incredulity and mock curiosity, each word designed to needle, to poke at the veneer of the olddy’s calm demeanor.
The olddy felt a surge of indignation, a fiery mix of anger and shock wrestling within her as Rick unabashedly continued his barrage of insinuations. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, not just with anger but with the humiliation of being subjected to such baseless usations in such a public setting.
Her hands, a testament to her rising fury, trembled ever so slightly, betraying her outward attempt to remainposed.
Finally, the moment the olddy’s patience shattered, it was like a thunderp ripping through the serene atmosphere of the cafe. Her voice, suddenly loud and quivering with rage, cut through the hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of coffee cups.
"How dare you! You insolent little brat! How dare you speak to me in such a manner! How dare you?" Her words were sharp, each oneden with fury, echoing off the walls andmanding the attention of everyone present.
The cafe, once a bubble of subdued chatter and the gentle aroma of coffee, was now the stage for this unexpected drama. Patrons turned, their curiosity piqued by the olddy’s outburst, their eyes wide, whispers beginning to bubble up among the tables.
They watched, captivated by the spectacle, as the olddy stood trembling, her cheeks flushed with anger, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Rick, for his part, seemed utterly unfazed by the tempest he’d unleashed. He simply reclined further in his chair, a smug smirk ying across his lips, clearly relishing the storm of emotions he’d managed to stir within the olddy. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he wore his satisfaction like a badge of honor, utterly immune to the shock and disapproval that filled the cafe.
Catching his smug expression, the olddy’s re intensified, her eyes burning with a fierce mix of anger and indignation. She was a maelstrom of emotion, her usualposure lost to the waves of fury Rick had provoked.
Then, with a chilling calm that contrasted sharply with her earlier fury, the olddy issued a dark threat, her voice cold and steady, yet carrying an undertone of unmistakable menace. "I can easily get rid of you and your family," she dered, the threat hanging in the air like a guillotine.
Rick’s response was nothing short of surprising. Instead of showing even a hint of fear or trepidation, he simply nodded in acknowledgment, his expression calm and collected, with a subtle smile ying at the corners of his lips. "I know," he replied, his voice steady and confident. "But let me assure you... It won’t be easy."
The olddy, taken aback by Rick’s unexpected response, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Her attempt to intimidate him had clearly backfired, leaving her grasping for control in a situation that seemed to slip further from her grasp with each passing moment. She had expected him to cower in fear or beg for mercy, but Rick remained cool and unaffected, his confidence unshaken.
"What is your end goal?" she inquired, her voice tinged with suspicion as she tried to unravel the mystery behind Rick’s motives.
Rick’s response was typically brazen, his smirk widening into a self-assured grin as he leaned forward slightly, meeting the olddy’s piercing gaze with unwavering confidence. "Simple," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"I want your grand-daughter to get rid of you."
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