Chapter 270
Odalys continued, her tone sharp and unwavering, “This is the result of your own scheming against Orson, trying to take his place. You never understood gratitude. Orson allowed you to return to the Lark family, even providing you with resources and opportunities through the Lark Group.
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“But instead of appreciating that, you tried to crush him completely. What you’re facing now is exactly what you deserve. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”
She paused, her gaze cold and unrelenting. “Even if you cling to me, it won’t change your situation. And don’t even think about dragging the Stewart family into your mess. You know exactly where you stand.”
“You followed me, hoping to test the waters? Let me give you a word of advice. Drop the idea. If you don’t, this low point you’re in will just be the beginning. Odalys warned icily.
Finnian’s aura was clouded, a clear sign that his streak of good luck had run dry.
‘If he had been kind, done some good, and shown gratitude, perhaps things might have turned out differently, she wondered.
But unfortunately, Finnian neither appreciated nor reciprocated kindness. Instead, he betrayed it, ensuring that his life would only spiral further downward.
“You’re into Star readings, aren’t you? You can save others, so why can’t you save me?” Finnian’s voice grew desperate.
Odalys let out a sharp laugh as she slammed her fork down onto the table. Rising slowly, she locked eyes with him and smirked. “Why should I save you?”
“When you and Sophia teamed up to plot against me, did you ever stop to think about what kind of situation I’d be left in?” she retorted, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
Finnian’s face hardened as he tried to justify himself. “But you’re doing just fine now, aren’t you?”
“And besides, you’re not an ordinary person. Even if something happened to you, it wouldn’t be that bad. If you pull me up now, I might be able to return the favor someday,” he added, his tone almost patronizing.
“Nobody wins forever. You can’t always count on being this lucky. The future is unpredictable, and you shouldn’t look down on me. If you help me now, I’ll make sure to help you in the future.” Finnian pressed on.
Before Odalys could reply, Freya burst out laughing. She crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief. ‘I’ve never seen anyone beg with this level of shameless confidence. Seriously, do you hear yourself?‘ she wondered.
Her voice grew sharper as she continued, “Why would she need you to pull her up? Look at everyone here. Any one of us is more capable of helping her than you are. What makes you so special, Finnian?”
“Who do you think you are, acting like you’re in a position to give her advice?” Freya’s words cut through Finnian’s fragile pride like a knife.
As Finnian turned his gaze to the others, he found no sympathy. Stellan and Francis barely spared him a glance, their expressions full of disdain.
At that moment, humiliation washed over him in a wave so strong it almost knocked him over.
His voice faltered as he tried to cover his shame. “Fine. You all want to push me into a corner? Odalys, you’d better not regret this,” he spat.
Finnian had expected that tailing them into the private room and catching them alone would give him a chance.
But now, standing in the harsh light of their indifference, he realized just how little they thought of him.
She spoke softly, “His luck is gone. Sophia must have absorbed it all. Finnian might be desperate enough to do something extreme now.”
As Finnian stormed out, Odalys watched his retreating figure.
‘He’s beyond reasoning, she thought. ‘I wanted to snap him out of it, but he’s so caught up in his bitterness that he blames everyone else for his own
mistakes.
“You’re wasting your breath trying to get through to him,” Francis said, his voice calm but firm. “The Lark Group abandoned him. And he’s being shut out everywhere. He’s convinced that you refusing to help him is a sign of contempt.”
They could understand it.
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seem like someone who’s got a lot of good fortune left.
Selah glanced over with curiosity, clearly intrigued.
Odalys explained in a low voice, “Sophia used up her luck during the filming of that show. If it weren’t for that luck, Rafael would have raped her back then. She barely managed to escape every time.”
“Everyone’s actions deplete their energy. Kindness doesn’t always bring rewards, but cruelty always comes with consequences,” she added, her tone somber.
Some people were kind their whole lives yet received no reward for it. Some people did terrible things but lived a life full of blessings.
It was all about personal choices.
That’s true. Every time she deliberately provoked Rafael, she managed to walk away unharmed, Selah said after thinking it over.
“And don’t forget. She stole the python’s eggs, yet the python didn’t devour her. If it had been any other snake, she’d have been eaten already.” Odalys added.
The others fell silent. What Odalys pointed out seemed to make sense.
“By the way, when you get back, take time to study the script carefully. After getting a good grasp of your characters, we’ll set a time to sign the contracts. As for the shop, there’s no need to set up individual private lounges,” Odalys instructed.
After finishing their spaghetti, it was already 3 PM.
Francis and Selah hailed a cab to head back to their apartment to rehearse the script. Stellan, on the other hand, went shopping before heading to the hospital to care for his parents.
“Oh, earlier you said you wanted to introduce me to your cousin, but you honestly seem more like an orphan,” Odalys remarked, turning toward Freya with a puzzled expression.
Freya, who was busy texting, froze for a moment, flustered by the unexpected comment.
“Odalys. I really do have a cousin. I was adopted, and officially, I have a cousin. He’s wonderful, and I think you’d be really happy if you married him, Freya explained earnestly.
Not far away, a Maybach approached.
The moment Freya recognized the license plate, she panicked, hastily covering her face. “Odalys, I just remembered something urgent. I’ve got to go!”
Freya spun around to leave but hesitated as if remembering something. She came back, quickly stuffed something into Odalys‘ bag, and then dashed toward her Ferrari, shielding her face.
“Why’s Freya in such a hurry?” Odalys muttered, confused.
After Freya drove off, Odalys reached into her bag and found several pouches. Pulling them out, she noticed each pouch had a name on it, Selah, Freya, Francis, and Stellan.
She opened one of the pouches and discovered a card inside, along with a ruby. ‘What in the world?‘ Odalys was stunned.
“Are you finished?” Percival’s pleasant voice came from above her.
Odalys looked up, meeting Percival’s deep gaze. He was dressed in a black shirt paired with slacks, casually standing behind her.
Quickly, Odalys shoved the gifts back into her bag and walked toward him.
“Percival, what are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
Percival turned and opened the car door for her. She slid into the passenger seat, and he leaned over her to buckle her seatbelt.
Then he returned to the driver’s seat, started the car, and began driving.
“I just finished up some work and was heading back when I saw you on the side of the road. I thought I’d check on you,” Percival explained in his deep voice, glancing her way.
“And you? Are you done with everything? If so, let’s go home,” he asked softly.
In the past, Percival was always swamped with work, often sleeping at the office and rarely coming home.
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