One night stand with my president(chapter 383)

 

Chapter 383: I Don’t Think He’s Impressive 

Milania wanted to compete, wanted to fight, but lacked the ability.

The longer it went on, the more twisted her mindset became.

When the usual methods failed, she resorted to underhanded tactics.

But Harrison was really tough to deal with.

No matter what Milania tried, she just couldn't get rid of him, couldn't break him.

In the end, she lost-completely and utterly.

The truth was, she didn't lose to Harrison.

Milania lost to her own cruelty.

If she hadn't been so ruthless, so bent on killing Collin, maybe, just maybe, even if Collin had fallen into Harrison's hands, he wouldn't have betrayed her.

But now, it was too late for regrets.

Ashton and Ronan wouldn't protect her.

The Thomson family's legal team would make sure she rotted in prison.

Maybe, from now on, she wouldn't even get a chance to look at them again.

When Milania was taken by the police, Ronan was lying on his bed in his room.

Though his eyes were shut, he hadn't slept a wink all night.

For over twenty years, Milania's kindness and care flashed through his mind in vivid scenes.

Ronan couldn't understand why such a kind, loving mother would be the one to end up like this.

Ronan clenched his fists tightly.

Isaline had stayed by his side the entire night, refusing to leave him alone, afraid that he might do something irreversible.

He hadn't spoken a word all night, but now, suddenly, he broke the silence.

"Isaline..."

Hearing his voice, Isaline was surprised and said, "I'm here."

Instinctively, she took his hand and asked, "Do you want some water? Or maybe something to eat?"

Ronan didn't respond to her question. 

Instead, he said, "It's all my fault."

"What?" Isaline froze, confused.

"If only I had been more capable," Ronan said, his voice thick with pain. "If I had been successful, maybe I could have managed all the industries as Harrison does. If I had, my mother wouldn't have made so many wrong decisions."

"No. That's not true.." Isaline tried to comfort him, but Ronan didn't seem to hear her.

"I always thought that I could live my whole life under the protection, of Grandpa, my parents, and Harrison," he continued. "I never had big ambitions. I didn't want to be a strong person—I was fine with being a director or even just a spoiled rich kid who only ate, drank, and played. My mom tried to convince me to aim higher, to improve myself, and become someone important, but I didn't listen. If I had listened to her, maybe she wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Ronan, you can't think like that," Isaline said urgently. "You live for yourself. You can regret not working harder, but you can't blame yourself for the things your mother did."

"Really?" Ronan clung to her words like a lifeline.

"It's really not my fault?"

"No, it's not your fault," Isaline said firmly. "I know you still care about Milania. She's your mother, after all. No matter how much wrong she did, she gave you life. You don't have to pick her over others, but you don't have to avoid her either. Even criminals have the right to visitors."

Ronan's tears fell. He held Isaline's hand and cried like a helpless child.

Marshall took the initiative to find Harrison.

By this time, Harrison had just finished speaking with the police, watching the police cars drive off before heading back to the living room. He found Marshall waiting for him there.

Marshall rarely visited the main hall, except on holidays or special occasions.

Now, his face was full of anxiety and guilt.

As soon as Harrison walked in, he rushed over, saying, "Harrison, I've heard about what happened last night. It's my fault... I shouldn't have had all the guards help me move things. I didn't think Milania would take advantage of the situation and run away."

"It's not your fault," Harrison said, patting him on the shoulder. "Milania was looking for any opportunity to escape."

Marshall hung his head, dejected. "I almost caused a disaster. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed in the Thomson family."

"What are you talking about?" Harrison said in a mildly reproachful tone. "We're family. 

Why shouldn't you stay? Last night, you were careless, but there's no irreversible damage. Just be more careful next time. 

Remember, Marshall, no matter how tempting the situation, don't ever take all the guards away."

"Yes, I will." Marshall coughed again after speaking.

Harrison had a servant bring him a cup of warm water.

"You're not well. Don't keep worrying about this," Harrison said. "No one's blaming you."

"Thanks for the concern," Marshall smiled faintly.

"In my New Year gift from a friend, there's some fine porcelain. I thought I'd give it to you as a gift."

"Since it's a gift from your friend, how could I take it away?"

"It's fine. You've always been good to me, Harrison. This is just a small token of appreciation."

Harrison smiled. "Well, thank you then."

After Marshall finished his water, he stood up to leave.

He didn't look back, so he didn't see the deep, meaningful look Harrison gave him as he walked away.

When Marshall returned to his place, Frankie immediately asked, "So? Did Harrison suspect you?"

"No." Marshall replied with a smug smile. "If I dared to help Milania, I already knew Harrison wouldn't suspect me. First, my health has always been bad, and I'm not involved in anything; second, if I wanted to help Milania, I wouldn't make it so obvious. Making it too obvious would only make it look like a coincidence."

"Are you sure?" Frankie was still uneasy.

"Harrison isn't easy to fool."

"I don't think he's all that impressive," Marshall said, fiddling with the curtain absentmindedly.

"He still doesn't know who was behind Adeline's scheme to get into his bed that night, does he? And he has no idea that the employee named Kyson has been one of our people from the start."

"At least we succeeded in the end," Frankie said.

"Now, Adeline is Harrison's Achilles' heel."

"Yes... Harrison is invulnerable to everything, but he has to have a weakness for me to exploit. I always thought there was something special between him and Adeline. Looks like I was right."

"But we never expected Adeline to be the

heiress of the Mendoza family. That part took us by surprise."

Marshall pressed his lips together, a flicker of malice in his eyes.

"No matter," he said after a pause. "This weakness is just in case one day we need it, when we're ready to go all out against Harrison. Maybe that day will never come."