Chapter 283: Chapter 283: He Lost His Only Friend
Edward Stephens slowly awoke from his coma.
The light above him was still on, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ryan Smith sitting on the sofa opposite him.
His pupils contracted for a moment, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and his tall body suddenly sprang from the sofa, lunging at Ryan, who was reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed in rest.
In almost an instant, he grasped Ryan’s neck. The still-sleeping Ryan abruptly opened his eyes, instinctively reaching out to try and push him away, but Edward firmly gripped his neck, pinning him against the sofa.
"What did you do?!"
The man’s cold face was already shadowed with malice. Perhaps due to the effects of the drug, his voice sounded somewhat hoarse, even dry.
Ryan’s breath was cut off, his face gradually turning pale. He did not struggle, and it wasn’t until he was nearly out of breath that Edward suddenly released his neck.
"Cough, cough..." A series of coughs echoed in the room as Edward stood up from the sofa, glanced at his watch, frowned, ignored Ryan, and quickly walked out of the room.
"Edward."
Ryan’s voice came from behind.
Edward didn’t respond, his fingers grasped the cold doorknob, about to pull it open.
"It’s already too late." Ryan said from behind him, "You’ve been asleep for eight hours, Daisy Ginger is in Chicago now."
"..." Edward suddenly turned around, his lips pressed together, showing a trace of shock on his face.
"He found out about you and Daisy Ginger, so he came to ask me." Ryan sighed, "With something like this, even a little investigation would make it clear, you can’t hide it from her forever."
Edward stood quietly in place, a cold dark light flickering in his deep set eyes, his thin lips tightly pressed as his tone reached the ultimate in cold and gloomy — "Ryan, don’t show up in front of me again."
Ryan sat on the sofa, looking at Edward. His fingers moved slightly, but ultimately he lowered his head, his eyes complex, his voice hoarse, "...I’m sorry."
Edward no longer paid any attention to him, he opened the door and walked out quickly.
Soon, his figure completely disappeared from view.
Ryan sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and squinted as he took a slow drag.
He had lost his only friend.
But.
Having reached this point, he found it impossible to turn back...
In the brightly lit room, Ryan’s handsome face wore a cold expression.
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United States.
Chicago.
When Edward returned to this villa after a year’s absence with a cold face, the butler and maids inside were taken aback.
"Y-Young Master," the old butler who had served three generations of the Stephens family quickly approached, "When did you return? Why didn’t you notify us? Where’s your luggage? I’ll have someone..."
"Where is my brother?" Edward interrupted him, the eight-hour plane journey leaving his face looking somewhat pale, only the unique deep, cold light in the eyes of the Stephens family, at this moment glimmering, making those who met his gaze shiver with fear. "Where is he now? He..."
He paused abruptly, seeing a woman standing on the stairs.
Daisy Ginger was wearing the white woolen coat he had personally draped over her that morning, her hair softly cascading over her shoulders, her small face behind her hair, fair and calm.
She quietly watched him, not knowing how long she had been standing there or how long she had been watching him.