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."

what he wants, Mr. Andy? The things you all find so important may not mean the same to him." With that,

followed Steven's retreating figure,

immediately sensed something was off. He did not turn on the light but

compromised. Yet having lived

way upstairs. The presence grew stronger until a gust of wind from a sudden strike flew past

study, two shadowy figures engaged in a swift and fierce exchange. Steven soon gained the upper

"EI!"

"You're too slow!" The person he addressed as El paused, showing no signs of

should take you out before you even get inside?"

light switch, the other hanging loosely by his side. His relaxed gaze fell on the girl

exuded a striking presence Her long black hair was tied back, revealing her finely sculpted face. This was Eloise Naylor-El, as