Novel Storm
Chapter 95
“Mr. Justus Swanson, we traced the intruder’s IP to Chritonia, but their hacking skills are excellent, and we couldn’t get more
specific information,” a subordinate reported respectfully to the tall, imposing figure before a
The man, dressed in a tailored dark suit with a black shirt, exuded an air of nobility and composure. His calm brown eyes were fixed on the computer screen. His slender, elegant fingers tapped the desk absentmindedly.
He had a face sculpted with the beauty of coldness, with deep–set features, delicate eyebro exuded the mature charm of a man and eyes. His whole demeanor
And his demeanor was composed and ascetic.
Despite his age, his handsomeness was undiminished, only enhanced by his maturity, captivating to women.
“Chritonia…” When he heard of this familiar word, a flicker of light passed through his calm eyes, but he quickly returned to his indifferent expression.
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The news reached The Silence, and naturally, it reached Dylan as well.
“Nightshade Alliance?” Dylan frowned slightly, not expecting the assassins targeting Audrey to be from Nightshade Alliance.
This organization was one of the major overseas forces, formidable and not to be underestimated.
The leader of Nightshade Alliance was notoriously low–key, with no one having seen his true face, yet his power was undeniable.
Even The Patrons under Dylan’s command would struggle against the Nightshade Alliance.
Dylan’s expression grew more serious. How did Audrey get entangled with Nightshade Alliance?
“Are The Patrons here?” Dylan asked.
“They’ve arrived and are secretly protecting Ms. Hernandez,” Richard said respectfully.
“Also, Miss Megan Baxter has returned!” Richard glanced at Dylan, relieved when he saw no change in his expression.
A cold, mocking glint flickered in Dylan’s deep eyes.
So that was why Claire wanted him to come home. It turned out that Megan was back.
“If Clifford Mansion calls again, tell them I’m too unwell to move,” Dylan said, having no interest in returning to the Clifford family, especially not to face those two women.
“Yes, Mr. Dylan,” Richard said.
At four in the afternoon, a call came from Clifford Mansion. Claire personally called, asking Dylan to come home. Following Dylan’s instructions, Richard declined, citing his poor health.
To Richard’s surprise, an hour later, Claire and Megan showed up at the hospital. Richard immediately stood at the ward’s entrance, blocking their way.
“Madam, Miss Megan, Mr. Dylan is resting and not seeing anyone,” Richard stated.
“Richard, we haven’t seen for long. My mother and I just want to see Dylan, nothing more. It’s inappropriate for you, a mere subordinate, to block us,” Megan said.
Megan was wearing a light pink dress, paired with matching high heels, which accentuated her long, straight legs.
With her meticulously done makeup, her already pretty face looked even more alluring. However, her haughty demeanor and condescending look at Richard revealed her sharp and arrogant nature.
“Besides, my mother and I brought soup for Dylan,” Megan added.
Richard remained impassive and didn’t make way for them. “I’m sorry. We follow Mr. Dylan’s orders. If Mr. Dylan doesn’t want to be disturbed, then you cannot go in.”
Megan’s face darkened, and she glared angrily at Richard.
“Richard, don’t forget your place. You serve the Clifford family, and I am your boss’s mother. How dare you stop me from going in?” Claire’s expression turned grim as she coldly eyed Richard.
“Please understand, Ma’am. I only follow Mr. Dylan’s orders,” Richard replied.
Claire’s face twisted with rage at his words, but she restrained herself until she heard Dylan’s deep voice from inside the room.
“Richard, let them in!” Dylan said.
Megan’s face lit up with joy. She shot Richard a cold glance. “See? Dylan wants us in. Next time, be smarter!”
Megan pushed the door open with a bright smile and said, “Dylan, we came to see you!”
When she saw Dylan in bed, Megan’s smile widened. She placed the soup container on the table and began unpacking it. “Dylan, my mother and I made this soup for you. Have some. It’s delicious!”
“Dylan, Mom and I personally made some soup for you. Come and have a little. I’ve tasted it, and it’s really delicious!”
Megan poured a bowl of soup and sat down beside the bed, intending to feed it to Dylan. “Dylan, try it and see if it’s good.” Dylan glanced coldly at Megan and then at Claire, his tone mocking as he said, “This is why you wanted me to come home?”
Claire frowned and said in a stern voice, “Dylan, what kind of attitude is this? Megan just returned from abroad. As her brother, shouldn’t you come home for a meal?”
“Brother? I don’t deserve such a title,” Dylan said icily, looking at the two women. “Get out!”
“Dylan, what’s wrong? It’s me, Megan. Don’t you remember me?” Megan asked, her voice hurt.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“Richard, show them out!” Dylan ordered, his cold demeanor making it clear he wanted no one near him.
Megan, feeling helpless, could only look at Dylan with pleading eyes, hoping he would relent.
“Ma’am, Miss Baxter, please leave,” Richard said, his demeanor as cold and composed as Dylan’s.
Megan, despite her pitiful look, failed to sway Dylan. Frustrated, she stomped out of the ward.
“I’m hosting a banquet for Megan this Sunday night. You must attend. I have an announcement to make,” Claire said, her head held high, leaving the room in her elegant attire.
As they left the hospital, Megan still felt unhappy.
“Mother, has Dylan grown distant because he hasn’t seen me for so long?” she asked, feeling hurt.
“Nonsense. Dylan will come to like you. This Sunday, I’ll announce your engagement with Dylan,” Claire said, patting Megan’s hand.
“Really?” Megan’s eyes lit up with joy.
Although she was adopted by the Clifford family, she had always been treated as an adopted daughter, and she never changed her name or was included in the Clifford family.
Since childhood, Claire had been grooming her as the future head of the Clifford family. While she was called an adopted daughter, in reality, Claire raised Megan as a future wife for Dylan.
If Sarah was no longer useful, then she would be replaced. Claire would never allow Audrey to be with Dylan.