Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Don’t want you to get hurt Chapter 102: Don’t want you to get hurt “There’s no point in crying now,” Sylvia said, her gaze fixed on Orabela.

“You made a foolish mistake.

Lucius isn’t just any man; he’s always one step ahead,” she added, setting her phone on the small table with the speaker turned on.

Orabela choked back her tears, her voice quivering.

“What am I supposed to do now?

Everyone’s turned against me, and Layla has taken everything,” she said, wiping her tear-streaked cheeks.

“Do nothing,” Sylvia advised calmly.

“You can’t let your jealousy show in a way that rises suspicion.

Instead, play it the other way.” Orabela’s brows knitted as she rubbed her eyes.

“What do you mean?” she asked, confusion clouding her face.

“Show everyone that you were wrong all along,” Sylvia said.

“Let your actions speak for you.

People pay more attention to what they see than what they hear.

And for heaven’s sake, don’t do anything reckless again.

Layla is clever-she didn’t report you to the police for her own benefit, but don’t think she won’t if circumstances change, especially with Lucius holding that incriminating audio,” she emphasized, her eyes narrowing as she tapped the armrest with her nails.

Orabela swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in her throat.

“That’s what terrifies me the most,” she admitted with a trembling voice.

“Can you do something about the recording?

Get rid of it somehow?” She knew she was asking for the impossible, but desperation left her asking about it.

Sylvia shook her head, a shadow of frustration crossing her features.

“That’s out of the question.

I can’t even get close to Lucius; he’s made his threat clear, and I have no desire to draw suspicion to myself.

But think, Orabela-Layla likely won’t send you to prison anytime soon.

It would damage your father’s company, and after the scandal involving Layla’s mother’s attempt on her life, their image can’t withstand another blow,” she reasoned, analyzing the situation from all sides.

Orabela’s face fell, but she nodded slowly, accepting the grim reality.

“I understand,” she whispered, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Thank you, Sylvia, for listening.

It means more than you know.” Sylvia’s expression softened for a fleeting moment.

“Anytime.

But be smart, Orabela.

Take care of yourself,” she said, ending the call.

As the phone screen went dark, Sylvia let out a sharp exhale.

“Unbelievable.

I can’t believe she’s this foolish,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair.

Doubt crept into her mind, making her wonder if she’d chosen the wrong ally.

She knew that approaching Lucius was a dead end, but there was another path to consider-Layla.

Without hesitation, Sylvia grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts until Roger’s name appeared.

She pressed the call button and listened as it rang, but the silence that followed didn’t surprise her.

He wouldn’t pick up; she knew that much.

Still, she typed out a brief message and sent it: “If you respected my late brother, meet me once.” With that, Sylvia set her phone aside and headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower, hoping the water would wash away the frustration gnawing at her.

Meanwhile, miles away, Roger stood on the balcony of his upscale apartment, sipping his morning coffee as the early sunlight bathed the city below.

Once he finished, he set the cup down and returned inside, methodically dressing for work.

As he reached for his phone, the screen lit up with a missed call notification and Sylvia’s message.

His brow arched, and a smirk played on his lips as he read her words: “If you respected my late brother, meet me once.” He chuckled dryly, typing out a curt reply: “NO.” “She still hasn’t understood the meaning of the Boss’s warning,” he muttered to himself, slipping the phone into the pocket of his tailored trousers.

With that, Roger made his way to the kitchen for a light breakfast.

~~~~ Layla nestled in the warm duvet when the alarm went off, thus waking her up from the deep slumber.

Her gaze swept across the room, but Lucius was nowhere in sight.

A nervous excitement fluttered in her chest-it was her first day as the director at her father’s company.

With determination, she hurried to the washroom and prepared for the day.

By the time she had finished dressing and was drying her hair, Lucius returned from his morning workout, his skin glistening from exertion.

Layla switched off the hairdryer and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Good morning,” she said, a small smile touching her lips.

“Morning,” Lucius replied, his eyes tracing her form with an appreciative glint.

“You look like a boss in that outfit,” he added, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

A soft laugh escaped her.

“You’re going to miss having me as your assistant,” she teased.

“I know I’ll miss working with you, even if it was only for a few days.

Now, hurry and freshen up so we can have breakfast.” Lucius nodded, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel.

“Hmm,” he muttered before disappearing into the bathroom.

Layla returned her attention to her reflection, smoothing her hair one last time and leaving it to fall in soft waves over her shoulders.

Satisfied, she grabbed her handbag and walked downstairs to check the breakfast arrangements.

Sometime later, Lucius joined her at the dining table, looking refreshed and ready for the day.

They shared a quiet breakfast, the clinking of cutlery filling the air between brief snippets of conversation.

Layla glanced at him, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“I wanted to visit my mother,” she said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Lucius’s fork paused midway to his mouth, and for a heartbeat, he didn’t move.

He resumed chewing slowly before responding, his eyes narrowing just a fraction.

“Why?” Layla’s gaze fell to her plate, her fingers tightening around her fork.

“I want to know something.

It’s for the last time.

After that, I won’t ever see her face,” she replied.

“Call me around lunchtime, and I’ll take you there,” Lucius said, his tone softening as he looked at her.

Layla’s smile widened slightly, a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“I’ll pick you up on my way, then,” she replied.

“I want to drive the car you gifted me.” A smirk played on Lucius’s lips.

“Of course,” he said.

“But Aiden will stay nearby at all times.

It’s non-negotiable-it’s for your safety.” Layla’s smile faded just a bit, but she nodded.

“I understand,” she said, a hint of resignation in her voice.

After a moment’s pause, she added, “I was curious about something.” Lucius’s brows arched slightly.

“Hmm?” “You haven’t been carrying your gun lately,” she observed, her voice hesitant.

“Did you step away from your… other work?” A flicker of something unreadable crossed Lucius’s eyes.

He set his fork down on his plate, the slight clink breaking the silence.

“No,” he said, his tone even but guarded.

“It sounds like you wish I did.” Layla bit her lip, the weight of his words settling between them.

“It’s not that,” she said softly.

“I just worry about you.

With this work, you can invite enemies too…

The dangerous ones.” Lucius’s gaze softened for a moment, but it was quickly masked by his usual stoic expression.

“No one is more dangerous than me,” he said with a smile, reaching out to brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

“Just be careful.

I don’t want you to get hurt,” Layla said with concern.

Lucius’s gaze softened as he nodded.

“I will,” he promised.

Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, a silent reassurance that he would be mindful of her fears.

“Shall we go, then?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied, a hint of excitement returning to her voice.

“In my car!” They both dabbed their mouths with their napkins, signaling the end of their breakfast, and made their way outside.

Layla clicked the remote to unlock the car.

As she reached for the door handle, the familiar buzz of her phone caught her attention.

She paused, fishing it out of her handbag, and glanced at the screen.

Her eyes widened when she saw the caller ID-Lucius’s mother.

Taking a calming breath, she answered the call and brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she answered.

Meanwhile, Lucius stood a few feet away, engaged in a low conversation with Aiden.

“Layla, can you spare me your time today?

I would love to talk with you,” said Evelina.

“Where should we meet?

Also, I have to tell Lucius that you are here,” Layla said.

“You don’t need to tell him.

If I wanted my son to accompany you, I would have called him.

I’ve sent the address of the hotel, where I would like to see you,” Evelina stated.

“Okay.

I will come, but I can’t tell you exactly when,” Layla asserted.

“It’s fine.

I’ll wait for you,” Evelina said and the call disconnected.

Layla put back her phone inside her handbag and gazed at Lucius with a worrisome gaze.