Rebirth: Love me Again - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: An Unexpected Proposition

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Meanwhile, as Sullivan’s heavy footsteps echoed through the hospital hallway, his mind raced with a new idea.

Eve’s real parents—they were his last card.

Originally, his plan had been to isolate Eve on an island and milk her real parents for money. But kidnapping her nowadays had become impossible, thanks to the formidable bodyguards her father had hired.

He didn’t know who these bodyguards were or where they came from, but every goon and mercenary he hired ended up dead before they could even get close to Eve.

He needed a new approach.

The Syndicate that had kidnapped Eve when she was young and sold her to him had assured him that her real parents were wealthy. That was the reason Sullivan had paid such an astronomical price for her in the first place—he believed she could prove useful down the line.

Now, all he needed to do was contact the Syndicate again, demand information on Eve’s real parents, and use the threat of returning her to extort money from them.

The Syndicate was a well-established, professional operation, known for kidnapping children from rich families and selling them to rival households to leverage future power.

They had built an empire on such deals, ensuring that buying children from them was a “safe” investment for anyone with enough money.

No one knew their names, but their reputation alone was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

Dangerous. Powerful. They moved like shadows, their influence far-reaching, with silent but formidable forces backing them up.

Sullivan had never crossed paths with them directly, but the fear of them loomed over every decision he made.

He didn’t know who Eve’s real parents were, but the mystery gnawed at him. The Syndicate held the key, and it was time to call them again.

It was a dangerous game, but Sullivan had no choice—he was desperate, and desperation often led men to make risky, even reckless choices.

The plan was simple: fabricate a story. He could easily weave a tale about how he had found Eve, one that would make it seem as though she had always been in his care. No one needed to know the truth—that he had bought her from the Syndicate, a transaction sealed with money and desperation. He would twist the facts, make them believe he hadn’t obtained her through less-than-savory means.

After all, Sullivan wasn’t the first man to play such a game. People believed what they wanted to believe, and he was an expert at crafting the illusion of truth.

The Syndicate’s adoption papers would back him up, and if ever questioned, they would serve as the perfect cover. No one would dare to doubt them—not with the right documents and the right story.

But even as he prepared to make the call, Sullivan couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. This move was fraught with risk. The Syndicate wasn’t just a group of kidnappers—they were a network of untouchable power, and once he involved them again, there was no turning back.

But he needed the money, and Eve’s real parents might just be the key to finally securing his place as the monarch of the Rosette line.

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[LINA]

“How have you been?” I asked, my voice soft but laced with curiosity.

We were sitting in a quiet café, the low hum of conversation filling the background as Daniel shifted uncomfortably across from me. He had come to return the clothes I had bought for him after he dove into the pool and got his own clothes soaked.

“I’m fine,” Daniel replied, his tone polite but distant. “I’m here to return this. I’m sorry for the trouble, and . . . thank you for inviting me to your party.”

I smiled, trying to ease the tension that was clearly building up in him. I saw that he was uncomfortable around me. “It’s no trouble at all. But since you insisted and I don’t want to trouble you, I will accept this.”

Daniel hesitated, caught between his pride and my insistence. “Then I’ll go,” he said, his words clipped, as though he was about to leave.

I raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eye. “What’s the rush, Daniel? You’re going to leave after I invited you here?” I leaned forward slightly, my voice soft and persuasive. “Take a seat. Let’s talk for a while.”

He froze, clearly baffled. I knew he hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected me to insist. It seemed like a strange request to him, but he couldn’t refuse. Not when I was looking at him like that, with quiet expectation.

Sighing, he finally sat down, still unsure of what I wanted, but too polite to turn me down.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked, his voice cautious, like he was bracing for something uncomfortable.

I suppressed a chuckle at how ready he seemed to run. I could see it in his eyes—he was just about ready to bolt. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him.

“Well,” I began, pausing for effect, “I have an idea.”

Daniel blinked, clearly caught off guard. “An idea?” he asked, his voice uncertain, as he took a sip of water to try and steady himself.

I nodded, my expression all smiles, though I could tell there was a bit of mischief in my gaze. “You see, we’re both single, right? So . . . I was thinking . . . why not start dating?”

Daniel nearly choked on his drink, his eyes widening in shock. “W-wait, what?” His voice was a mix of surprise and confusion, the shock clear on his face.

I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. I had expected it. It was the typical response anyone would have when you suddenly throw something like that out there, especially when it came completely out of the blue.

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