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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 164
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Chapter 159 "Mr. Blackwood, today I picked up Ms. Linwood from the hospital, and on the way, we got into a car accident. I overheard someone calling her name, and after a bit of investigation, I discovered that one of the people involved was her childhood friend," Liam reported with a hint of concern in his voice.

"The police have taken him in. Since there were no injuries and it's not considered a crime, he'll face a fine between $30 and $300, less than 15 days of detention, and his driver's license will be revoked." "Do you think we should intervene in this matter?" Liam asked, awaiting further instructions.

Sean, seated comfortably at his study desk with a casual elegance, listened intently as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the polished wood, creating a steady, thoughtful beat.

Liam stood by, patiently waiting for Sean's decision.

"Let's ensure he receives the maximum penalty," Sean's voice was deep and resolute.

Liam nodded, "If there are no other instructions, I'll see to it." "Go ahead," Sean dismissed with a wave of his hand.

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Just as Liam reached the study door, Sean's voice stopped him.

Turning back, Liam looked at Sean, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Sean's mind drifted back to Claire's past her wrongful imprisonment for five years, the loss of a leg, and a kidney all because of Vincent. His gaze turned icy and penetrating.

A mere administrative detention seemed too lenient a consequence for Vincent.

Liam, observing the shifting expressions on his boss's face, cautiously inquired, "Anything else, Mr. Blackwood?" "Arrange for someone inside to give him special attention," Sean's voice carried a chilling undertone, "I don't want him walking out of there unscathed." Liam's eyes widened slightly as he instantly grasped Sean's intention. His boss was seeking retribution for his future bride.

Sean's protective instincts were already in full swing, and Liam couldn't help but wonder how fiercely Sean would guard Ms. Linwood if she were to bechis wife.

A spark of excitement flashed across Liam's face. Surely, Ms. Linwood would be deeply moved when she learned of Sean's actions on her behalf.

"Rest assured, Mr. Blackwood. I'll handle everything with precision," Liam assured him before leaving the room. Sean lit a cigarette, his slender fingers holding it delicately as he brought it to his lips. A small, bright flflared at the tip.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a fleeting, imperceptible coldness flickering in his gaze. As he exhaled, the smoke billowed out in a dense, white cloud, gradually dissipating into the air, shrouding him in an aura of mystery and danger.

Leaning back in his chair, his legs gracefully crossed, one hand rested nonchalantly on the armrest, while the other flicked ash from the cigarette with a casual elegance.

Before he could finish his smoke, Grace's voice called from outside the door.

"Master Sean, dinner is ready." "Alright," Sean replied.

He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray with a graceful yet firm motion.

Instead of leaving immediately, he opened the window, letting fresh air sweep away the lingering smoke.

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After straightening his clothes, Sean descended the stairs.

He was greeted by the sight of his grandmother, Grace, and May gathered around Claire, the atmosphere warm and inviting.

Aberdeen held Claire's hand affectionately, just as she had done with Sean when he was young, with a look full of love and tenderness.

"Claire, make yourself at hhere.

From now on, this is your family.If let you crave anything. Just le letknow, and I have Grace prepare it for you," Aberdeen said warmly.

Grace emerged from the kitchen with a dish of freshly cooked roast pork.

h "Miss Claire wasn't sure what you liked, so I made a few of my specialties. Please, give them a try." May's eyes lit up at the sight of the dish. "Grace, our Miss Claire loves roast pork."

"Really? Then have smore," Aberdeen said, picking up a fork to serve Claire Co piede eyes full of anticipation. "Try Grace's cooking, Claire."