Chapter 322


    Across the street, the tinted windows of a sleek ck Lamborghini glided down, revealing Justin’s


    sculpted and handsome face.


    His lips remained tightly pressed, and his eyes, usually cold, now held a subtle hint of red as he


    focused on the Bentley moving away. The sight of Be and Christopher as a couple sent a palpable


    shock through him, causing his heart to react as if electrocuted. A chill surged through his veins.


    Justin had gone without sleep for two consecutive nights, and not even sleeping pills proved effective.


    Since they parted ways at the concert, Justin has been preupied and absent- minded. Known for his


    focus at work, he even skipped important meetings and let reports pass unnoticed.


    The reason behind his behavior eluded him, but he was certain that Be was the root cause of his


    insomnia.


    Today, without informing Ian, he quietly drove himself to the KS World Hotel and waited patiently for the


    afternoon.


    His sole objective was to catch a glimpse of Be.


    Even if it were just to ensure a full night’s sleep, he longed to see her.


    However, the shock hit hard when he saw Be still in Christopher’spany. Intense pain radiated in


    his head, and a momentary haziness clouded his vision.


    The uncertainty of whether this encounter would alleviate his insomnia lingered, but the impact was


    akin to a heart attack.


    Justin’s bloodshot eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth and floored the gas pedal.


    The sports car surged forward and raced to catch up with the Bentley.


    *


    Tonight, Yara Park buzzed with activity as the servants hustled to prepare for the arrival of


    distinguished guests. Following Wyatt’s invitation, the kids who could make it had returned Asher, Axel,


    and his seventh son, Ralph, were already there. Be was en route.


    Amelia, who was swamped with important coursework, could not make it. Since it was not a particrly


    important gathering, Celeste insisted her daughter prioritize studying.


    “Another night of testosterone overpowering estrogen.” Axel sipped his tea in the living room. He


    nced at Asher on his left and then at Ralph on his right, shaking his head with a yful smile. “Why


    is it so tough for us to meet up with our sisters?!”


    “Ax, be grateful. We just cracked a big case, and the chief gave us a two-day break. Otherwise, we


    won’t get to see each other in another decade!” Ralph, sporting a leather jacket, lounged on the sofa


    with his head propped up on his arm. His rxed posture revealed the vibe of a guy who had spent


    considerable time in the police force, void of the grace that an elite man should have.


    As the youngest Thompson son, he bore the closest resemnce to Wyatt-thick brows, doe- like eyes,


    a steep nose, full and slightly upturned lips, and a sun-kissed, wheat-colored


    “Ugh, I really don’t mind that.” Axel teased.


    “Be thankful for my presence!”


    Suddenly, there was a sharp snap.


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    Asher and Axel jolted up in their seats. Their faces reflected a mix of confusion and curiosity as the


    scene unfolded before them. Ralph, the picture of nonchnce on the sofa, effortlessly raised his arm,


    nabbing a walnut hurtling toward him from an unidentified source.


    ‘Damn! Is this the kind of reflex humans are supposed to possess?’ Axel thought.


    “Hehe! Mom, you really know how to pamper me. You chose such arge walnut, knowing they’re my


    favorite!” Ralph smoothly rose from the sofa, delicately cing the walnut on the coffee table. With


    practiced finesse, he crushed the shell with one hand, retrieving the kernel with a cheerful grin.


    “Sit up straight or stand properly! Honestly, you’recking all the poise expected of a Thompson man!


    Are you really a cop? Or have you spent a decade undercover in the


    underworld?” M scolded Ralph with her hands on her hips. She strode over to her youngest son with


    a frustrated expression.


    “Well, it’s no big deal, right?” Ralph grinned, munching on a walnut kernel and extending his hand to his


    mother. “Mom, this isn’t remotely enough to fill my cravings. Got any more walnuts?”


    “What on earth are you wearing? Hurry upstairs and change into something befitting our status before


    our guests show up!” Even the sophisticated and well-informed M could not suppress her irritation.


    She delivered a stern kick to her son’s butt. “I don’t care how you conduct yourself in the police force.


    The moment you step back into this house, you’re Wyatt Thompson’s 7th son, and I expect you to act


    ordingly! Chairman Iverson and his sons will be arriving shortly, so don’t embarrass your father!”


    In the study, Wyatt sat on a vintage leather sofa, sporting a pair of reading sses on his straight nose,


    attentively flipping through the photos in his hands.


    The protagonists in the pictures were none other than Be and Christopher.


    “As per your instructions, I’ve been discreetly keeping an eye on Ms. Be’s dating situation,” Quentin


    reported respectfully. “She hasn’t contacted anyone else on the list, but her interactions with Mr.


    Christopher from the Iverson family have been quite frequent.”


    Wyatt repeatedly flipped through the photos, nearly wearing them out. Upon hearing this, he asked in a


    deep voice, “Has Christopher Iverson made any inappropriate advances toward my Be? Any


    improper behavior?”


    “No, Mr. Christopher is a refined gentleman. He knows how to conduct himself in thepany of Ms.


    Be and has shown no signs of crossing any boundaries.”


    “Hmm.” Wyatt pondered in silence, choosing not to say more.


    At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Celeste’s gentle voice came from outside. “Wyatt,


    Chairman Iverson and his sons have arrived.”