Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 518 Even Peter, slow as he could be, understood what to do now. He hurried over and handed the phone to Julian, muttering in frustration, "Here, Mr. Sterling." 'Ms. Wilson, this isn't my fault! Blame Elliot, that sly, conniving bastard!' he grumbled inwardly. Julian took the phone without even glancing at the screen and immediately hit Decline. "Where is she?" His voice came out flat but edged with danger. That "she" could only mean one person. Before Peter could respond, Elliot spoke up eagerly. "Out back, watering the flowers." Julian gave a quiet hum and strode toward the garden.

As soon as he disappeared around the corner, Peter rounded on Elliot through gritted teeth. "You played dirty!" "You're just slow," Elliot replied with a grin. *Why would we let Ms. Wilson answer a call from her ex-husband? A proper ex should stay buried, not crawl back to ruin Mr. Sterling's mood.* In matters like this, Julian's "mood" was as small as the eye of a needle. The man with that needle-sized tolerance walked into the back garden, phone still in hand. When he saw Sydney happily tending her plants in the midday sun, some of the coldness in his eyes softened.

have lunch with you." His tone was simple as he crossed the garden in long strides. 11 He lifted the phone between his fingers, and his voice turned cool and teasing. "Someone called you.' "Who?" Sydney asked in puzzlement and reached for the phone. She

If she really was the descendant of a drug trafficker, then no matter who the father was, she would drag Julian down with her. 2 Neither the Sterlings nor public opinion would ever allow someone

his weakness. 1/2 She had been waiting for news from Jeremiah, but nothing had come yet. Next time she visited him, she would have to ask if there had been any progress. For now, Sydney steadied her voice and