Leanna Book 3

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Chapter 46: Lock on

“Son… I don’t think that’s possible. I’m not feeling well today…. *cough…. *cough…”

“Do you want me to tell the whole world that you’ve fake your illness and pass all your responsibility to your fourteen-year-old son eight years ago for you to roam around the world with your wife?”



“H-how did you know–! *ahem… I mean… That’s not true!”

“You better take over for me tomorrow, or else….”

Cain ended the call and quickly resumed his work.

He had been working nonstop ever since Leanna had left four hours ago, determined to finish everything up.

Like hell, I’ll just let her go to Hawaii wearing that se–! Revealing thing!

He contacted Russell to get ready his jet.




I snickered together with Zoe as we watched Emma and Sophia entertained the guests at Seaside Hotel’s buffet restaurant.

After we arrived and settled ourselves in our respective rooms, we met up here to have our breakfast.

Zoe stayed on the upper floors together with her father, Emma, and Sophia, while I stayed at the lowest and cheapest room if I may add – Sophia made sure of that.

It must be a floor for losers.


Zoe laughed so hard, attracting some eyes on us when Emma’s wig almost slipped, making the woman stumbled as she desperately tried to arrange her false hair in place while maintaining her balance.

Sophia, on the other hand, was trying her hardest to smile despite the awkward tilting of her head so the wig would stay in place.

I got to say.

The whole scene was like a comedy movie played out in front of us.

“Oh my god! That made my day!” Zoe wiped away her tears. “Too bad about the eyebrows though. They covered it up with an eyebrow tattoo.”

“Well, it didn’t hide their awkward and uneasy faces. That made our whole mischievous night meaningful.” I lazily held my cheek and resumed drinking my tea.

“Heh! Wait till you see what I’ll do later.” Zoe rubbed her palms together while she narrowed her eyes.

“What will you do later?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ehehehe. You’ll see.”

I rolled my eyes.

I felt like Estela was rubbing on her.

I wanted to ask if it was what Estela secretly told her that night when we infiltrated the Collin’s estate, when suddenly, I felt a burning hatred directed at me.

I raised my head and saw Holley Goldwood with her mother Evelyn together with Nixon, four tables away from us.

It had been like two weeks since the last time I saw her. She was still the same. Pretty and all, but gotten thinner. Her eyes were burning with so much hate that I wondered if I accidentally killed her cat or something.

When she noticed that I was also staring at her, she shifted her gaze towards her cup while her face didn’t hide the contempt and disgust when Nixon poured her some tea.

Poor guy.


Zoe snapped her fingers at me which made me turn to look at her. “Let’s go change! I can see hot guys outside playing at the beach!”

Zoe’s fingers were still in front of my face while her eyes were busy ogling at the muscles and abs of the men outside the full-length glass window of the restaurant where you could see the majestic view of the clear turquoise salty water.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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