The Cherished Wife

Steven leaned against the railing in the hallway, looking up at Bob standing at the top of the stairs. Despite their height difference, Steven's presence was in no way diminished. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cool smile flickering in their depths. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that, Mr. Andy," Steven said.

Bob's gaze turned sharp. "Mr. Fischer, you should know that Sean is still just a brat. There are some things he shouldn't know, and others he shouldn't do."

"It seems you care a lot about Sean, Mr. Andy. Similarly, I care about him too," Steven replied in an even tone. "I won't involve him in certain matters. You can rest assured of that."

Hearing this, Bob's brows remained furrowed, not relaxing in the slightest. "Then why are you back this time?"

"To see old friends," Steven smirked. "If I were here for that matter, do you think I'd come to Brookville instead of Cascade City?"

"Whatever you plan on doing, I can't stop you, Mr. Fischer. My only request is that you don't drag Sean into it. The future of the Smith family rests on him. He is, after all, the heir to the Smith family."

he wants, Mr. Andy? The things you all find so important may not mean

piercing gaze followed Steven's retreating figure, filled with darkness and

his residence, he immediately sensed something was off.

agility would be somewhat compromised. Yet having lived in the shadows for so long, Steven quickly

before he made his way upstairs. The presence grew stronger until a gust of wind from a sudden strike flew past him; Steven easily dodged

and fierce exchange. Steven soon gained the upper hand, gripping

"EI!"

of sharpness. "You're too slow!" The person he addressed as

as she said, "You mean I should take you out before you even get inside?"

other hanging loosely by his side. His

in a sleek black outfit, exuded a striking presence Her long black hair was tied back,