Dead at Heart novel

Chapter 733 Chapter 734 +25 BONUS Jayson didn't insist on personally overseeing Cecilia's admission to a rehabilitation facility. Instead, he gave his word to suppress the news first to keep the damage contained. Stanley understood immediately. This was Jayson offering him a way out. After such a hardline stance, this was a rare concession. Even so, Stanley felt unbearably heavy-hearted. Not because of Jayson's threat, but because of how deeply it pained him to see Cecilia end up like this. "Well, then. I won't take up more of your time." Jayson didn't bother staying for pleasantries.

As Samson watched him go, his gaze turned dark and unreadable. Who would have thought that the same Jayson who had just been so ruthless could appear this polite now? It seemed like things had been settled, as if neither side had anything left to worry about. But Yeager Group had become collateral damage. It had taken a heavy hit because of this mess. Samson followed Jayson out the door. Just before Jayson got into the car, Samson shot him a cold look. "You claim to be standing up for Ariel, yet you couldn't resist using this chance to strike at Yeager Group.

Jayson, you're as ruthless as they come.' Check latest chapters at findnovel.net At this point, Yeager Group's troubles weren't something that could be resolved overnight. The chain reaction was too severe to simply explain away. Jayson had used this chance to get back at Samson for trying to undermine his government materials project last time. He struck back with no mercy. Meanwhile, Jayson's materials company was sure to gain favor from the government, and both Faye Technologies and Nexura Solutions would benefit from the shake-up. Jayson turned around, his expression indifferent.

"I told you before, you've still got a lot to learn." With that, he got in the car. Leaning back in his seat, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. A dull ache throbbed behind his temples, probably from exhaustion and pent-up stress over the past few days. He wasn't feeling well. Arthur glanced at him from the driver's seat. "Mr. Larkin, are you okay?" Jayson didn't open his eyes. His voice was husky as he replied, "Take me back to the marital home." 1/3 3 Chapter 734 +25 BONUS Samson stayed where Jayson had left him, his expression growing darker by the second.

He stood there for a long time, silently clenching his jaw. If all went as planned, Cecilia would be sent to a rehabilitation facility within the next couple of days. She was in for a rough time. Frowning, he lowered his head and closed his eyes. In the end, he turned toward his car and drove straight to the place where Cecilia was being held in custody. By the time he arrived, it seemed the staff there had already been informed. When he saw Cecilia, it was clear her mood and condition had deteriorated after being in custody.

The moment she saw Samson, she naturally assumed he had come to take her home. She got to her feet and asked in a foul mood, "You came to get me out, right? I can't stay here anymore. The bed's hard and the food's disgusting. I barely slept all night." Samson said nothing. Noticing that, Cecilia frowned. "What's that look supposed to mean? Everything's settled, right?" Samson studied her face. It was almost impossible to connect this woman with the radiant, spirited lady she used to be. He let out a faint, bitter smile.

"You're not getting out." Cecilia's expression changed, and she gripped the iron bars in front of her tightly. "What do you mean? It's just a minor case. Even if Jayson wants to target me, it's just temporary detention. If you or Dad speak up for me, I can get out early, can't I?" "He wants you sent to rehab for three years," Samson said. As soon as he said that, Cecilia froze. The color drained from her cheeks, replaced by anger and disbelief. "No way!

What right does he have to make that kind of demand?" The thought of those endless three years made her breathing unsteady and her eyes filled with fear. But more than fear, it was rage. No one had ever dared to treat her like this in her entire life. "Dad agreed. There's no room for negotiation. After three years, you'll be sent abroad, and you can never return to Croinia." The words hit her like a slap. Cecilia's face went ghostly pale. "No! I won't go! Let me out! You care about me, don't you? Then why aren't you doing anything?" 2/3