Goodbye, My Love

“No one else knows about the past but us. How old was she then? Don’t frighten yourself. As Long as she doesn’t suspect anything, we needn’t reveal anything.”

Zaria tried to conceal the chill Becker’s words sent down her spine, forcing a chuckle.

“We can’t be too complacent, though. Why would she leave the city and return to target our family?”

Becker, likely aware of the disruption at Judie’s banquet, remained silent, his face grave.

“You don’t understand. Loraine isn’t that fragile, skinny girl anymore.

She now dresses more elegantly than any of us and carries herself with an air of authority. What if she intends to confront us? What then?”

Zaria’s voice trembled with anxiety.

Becker cast a disdainful glance at his fretting wife and snorted, “This is mere womanly paranoia. She may appear strong, but she’s just a woman! Remember how Judie used to torment her? Did she ever retaliate?”

Zaria hesitated. Though it was true that Judie bullied Loraine, Becker didn’t know that each time Judie provoked Loraine, some mysterious misfortune befell her, leaving her in tears. Zaria wasn’t sure if it was connected to Loraine, but the nagging sense of unease lingered.

Becker, Lost in thought, lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him.

“A girl like that won’t amount to anything. If she’s dared to come back, she must have support. Are there any influential figures with her?” he mused.

Zaria quickly recounted her observations of Marco, and Becker’s expression indicated agreement.

He gestured to one of his bodyguards, instructing, “Investigate this

Bryant fellow.”

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Despite the village’s lack of internet connectivity, the wealthiest family around had their means of gathering intelligence, particularly concerning someone as notable as Marco.

It wasn’t long before they had the information.

The bodyguard reported, “Boss, the man named Marco Bryant was once the

CEO of the Bryant Group in Vagow.” His voice trailed off, leaving the implications hanging heavily in the room.

Upon hearing the word “CEO,“ Becker’s body jolted involuntarily, and his face drained of color. He seemed not to notice the cigarette scorching his finger as it burned down

As a rural entrepreneur, Becker was no stranger to the Bryant Group and

Marco Bryant’s reputation. This was a name he couldn’t afford to cross, and the realization sent a tremor through his hands, shattering his previously composed demeanor.

“How has Loraine become entangled with such a prominent figure?”

His mind raced to the recent offenses his wife and daughter had committed against Marco. Thoughts of reconciliation began to form, his body betraying his fear.