Free Web NovelChapter 333: Chapter 331: Kill Serena Grant
Kitty: [...]
Yates Donovan replied quickly. [Just take it. She’s probably just looking for an appropriate way to show she cares about you.]
[If you give it back, she’ll probably feel awkward. If you really don’t want it, just hang onto the money for now and return it when the time is right.]
Mia Grant thought for a moment and agreed.
Just as she was about to return his money, a message came through as if he had anticipated her move. [If you give it back to me, I’ll be upset too.]
[I’m all alone abroad. The thought of my wifey not wanting my money... I won’t be able to eat or sleep. I won’t be able to focus on work. My mind will just be spinning, wondering if my wifey doesn’t love me anymore. I’d be heartbroken enough to die.]
Kitty: [...]
[Are you trying to star in some kind of melodrama?]
Just seeing the word "wifey," she could imagine the exact tone and cadence Yates would use when calling her that.
Languid, with a hint of teasing and affection.
Mia Grant took a breath, feeling her ears grow warm.
Yu: [I’m serious.]
[I work so hard, even leaving you all alone while I run around everywhere. Isn’t it all just to make money for you to spend? If you won’t even spend my money, then what’s the point of me working?]
[No, wait. It’s not just that my work would be meaningless—I feel like my whole life would be meaningless.]
Kitty: [...]
Mia Grant accepted the money. [When you go bankrupt, I’ll pay you back.]
[Then you’ll never get that chance.] Yates Donovan typed with a smile. [Go shopping when you’re free, wifey. If that’s not enough money, I’ll have someone send over a supplementary card.]
Seeing this, Mia Grant asked, [Does it make you that happy for me to spend your money?]
[Yes, yes~ I even hope you’ll max out my card. It gives me a huge sense of accomplishment, you know? You probably don’t get it, but it’s a kind of happiness.]
Mia Grant truly didn’t understand, but she held her phone and replied earnestly, [Can I buy anything?]
Yu: [It’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it.]
Kitty: [Got it. In that case, I’ll use this money to hire some male models. You’d better feel happy about that, too.]
Yu: [...]
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Elsewhere, Yates Donovan rolled over and sat up. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he read Mia Grant’s message.
It was a laugh of pure exasperation.
Even though he knew she was joking, he couldn’t let his guard down.
’Those other guys—her side pieces number three, four, five, six, and seven—are already disgusting enough. If a few more show up, I, her one true partner, might really have to get down to business. Like helping her clean out her harem.’
’These people all deserve to die.’
"Sir."
Mr. Payne pushed the door open and entered, calling out softly.
He had seen light spilling from the room and guessed Yates Donovan wasn’t asleep yet, which was why he had dared to come upstairs.
On the other end, Mia Grant had to go to class. Yates Donovan sent a sticker of a waving kitten, then tossed his phone aside. He leaned lazily against the headboard and asked what was wrong.
"We have a lead on the matter you asked me to look into yesterday."
Remembering what he had told them to investigate, Yates Donovan’s brow twitched. He sat up a little straighter and asked with a smile, "Let’s hear it."
Mr. Payne reported in detail, "A few days ago, Mr. Keller was frequently accessing Miss Grant’s student records. Everything from kindergarten to university has been pulled, along with information on people she was close with in the past."
"Ah~" Yates Donovan raised an eyebrow. ’No wonder Mia Grant was so pissed. So that’s what this is about.’
’Looks like Kian Keller has probably noticed something’s off with her, too.’
’Interesting.’
"The men we sent out to investigate the missing person case—call them back."
Mr. Payne asked, "Did you find something?"
"We found jack shit," Yates Donovan said in a lazy tone. "If I keep investigating, I’ll just become the next Kian Keller."
He remembered her warning in the car that night. ’She’s the type to flip on you in an instant. If I can’t risk provoking her, I can at least stay out of her way.’
Mr. Payne nodded, only half-understanding. "Alright, I’ll go make the call now."
"Wait." Yates Donovan stopped him.
Mr. Payne looked over.
Yates Donovan stared at him for a few seconds before saying suddenly, "Tell them not to come back. I want them to investigate someone else."
"Serena Grant."
Mr. Payne was surprised. "If Miss Grant finds out, won’t she be upset?"
Yates Donovan pillowed his head on his arm and chuckled. "She only said not to investigate *her*. She never said I couldn’t investigate other people."
"But why Serena Grant?" Mr. Payne didn’t understand.
The relationship between Mia Grant and Serena Grant was common knowledge. Why go to all the trouble of investigating Miss Grant’s "enemy"?
If Miss Grant found out and he couldn’t explain himself properly, a misunderstanding could arise that would be difficult to clean up.
He felt like his boss was tap-dancing through Miss Grant’s minefield, and doing so with wild abandon.
"A while ago, Kian Keller let Serena Grant go. Do you think that was just a sudden attack of conscience on his part? Not only did he let her go, but he also assigned a number of people to secretly watch her... It’s supposedly surveillance, but it looks a lot like protection."
Mr. Payne thought for a moment. "So, it was Miss Grant’s doing."
"What do you think her purpose was in pleading Serena Grant’s case?"
"A guilty conscience, perhaps? She probably didn’t want it to end in someone’s death."
"’Didn’t want it to end in death...’" Hearing this, the smile on Yates Donovan’s lips widened.
"That might be part of the reason, but it’s definitely not the only one."
"People like us always think of ourselves first, then others."
"She’s no saint, and she’s no innocent little bunny."
"Kian Keller’s hands aren’t clean. At this stage, one more or one less death on his hands won’t change a thing for him."
Mr. Payne: "So Miss Grant had another motive for intervening?"
Yates Donovan stretched and settled comfortably back into bed. "Go investigate. I’m even more curious than you are as to why she’s so dead set on protecting Serena Grant right now."
"Figure this out, and the other problems will solve themselves."
"Keep it quiet. Don’t let her find out too early."
The door clicked shut. In the pitch-black room, Yates Donovan slowly opened his eyes.
’He knew, of course, that rashly investigating Serena Grant would eventually alert Mia Grant.’
’But if he did nothing and just waited passively, he would be truly uneasy.’
’Perhaps it was because they were so similar, but he had a nagging feeling that Mia Grant was planning something big.’
’Before, he could always guess Mia Grant’s thoughts perfectly.’
’But this time, he was completely stumped.’
Gazing at the night outside the window, Yates Donovan’s expression was grave, his eyes profound.
’If he was ruthless enough, it wasn’t like he couldn’t get an answer... ’
Feeling for the phone beside his pillow, the man retracted his gaze and unlocked it.
His browser was filled with a dense history of searches.
Terms like "parallel worlds" and "rebirth" appeared frequently, filling two or three pages.
He studied them for a long time before deleting them one by one.
The search history was wiped clean, like a pebble sinking silently into the deep sea. From a distance, the surface of the water looked perfectly calm.
’He was only one step away from the truth.’
’In truth, he didn’t need to go to all this trouble investigating her or Serena Grant.’
’There was a shortcut he could take.’
’Since she wanted to protect Serena Grant, he could just kill Serena Grant instead.’
