?<strong>Chapter 590:</strong>
Morgan ultimately couldn’t muster the courage to push open the door to Elyse’s room. Instead, she turned and walked away, heading to Jayden’s room.
Upon entering, she saw Jayden sitting on the bed with aptop in front of him. She closed the door and quickly approached him, disapprovingly asking, “Why don’t you take better care of yourself? You should be resting if you’re injured. Can’t this work wait?”
Jayden briefly nced at the screen before replying calmly, “Work doesn’t interfere with my rest.”
Morgan sighed and pulled up a chair to sit beside him. “I’m truly concerned that you’re pushing yourself too hard and exacerbating your injuries.”
Jayden didn’t respond to her concern, his mind drifting to Enzo.
Enzo had failed to kill him and now saw him as a thorn in his side. As Enzo’s actions had irked certain members of the Owen n, he wouldn’t openly target him currently but could potentially take covert actions against him.
Most of Bayzee Group’s projects were carried out overseas, with only a small portion being local. Enzo was unaware of this and had been trying to sabotage these local projects. To counter Enzo’s schemes, Jayden had to remain alert and persistent.
After closing hisptop and noticing Morgan’s dejected expression, Jayden inquired, “Has there been any progress with Lanny’s attack?”
Morgan sighed and looked up. “Out of nowhere, Lanny stopped following me today. I’m truly scared something unexpected might ur. I really want to throw him into prison!”
With his hands sped, Jayden responded serenely, “Don’t dwell on it too much. He won’t stop trying to kill you. After all, you pose the only threat to him.”
Morgan’s frown deepened.
Jayden added, “Perhaps an urgent matter called him home.”
Morgan’s expression turned steely, her hatred for Lanny burning unwaveringly hot.
Watching her anger, Jayden said, “I once suggested we hire someone to kill Lanny and his family quietly. But you thought a quick end was too easy; you wanted them to suffer for longer. That’s why we came up with this n.”
He paused before saying, “If you’ve changed your mind, we can still go with my first idea.”
Morgan’s fists tightened, her nails pressing into her skin. Through clenched teeth, she dered, “No! I’m not letting them off the hook that easily! They must suffer the consequences. How else can I honor the years of agony Elyse and I endured? How can I forsake my mother’s vendetta?”
Jayden nodded. “Then we must be patient. We can’t control Lanny’s actions.”
Morgan, clearly frustrated, said, “I’ve been keeping up this facade for days, and he hasn’t made a move. I really don’t understand.”
Jayden responded, “Who can say? Lanny and his family are all odd. They’re difficult for even me to understand.”
Meanwhile, Lanny rushed home following a call from Glenda about a possible divorce.
Upon arriving, he found Glenda seated on the couch, her face set with determination.
Behind her, Mabel stood, her eyes burning with hatred.
Lanny dismissed Mabel’s feelings; her anger over being sold by him was palpable, but he figured money would soften her eventually.
Lanny fetched a beer from the refrigerator, took a long gulp, and asked with a smirk, “What’s this about? Why bring up divorce so suddenly?”
Glenda, clearly irritated, slid a document toward him. “Here’s the divorce agreement. Review it, and if it’s eptable, sign it.”
Lannyughed, picking up the papers.
He read them slowly, his expression turning cold when he reached the asset division section.
With a menacing grin, Lanny inquired, “You want half of everything? As well as this apartment?”
Feeling the weight of Lanny’s stare yet emboldened by thoughts of her future, Glenda straightened and countered, “I’ve stood by you all these years. Why shouldn’t I get half of our marital property?”
Lanny scoffed, flinging the papers at her, cursing, “You want a divorce? Forget it!”
The papers struck Glenda’s face, igniting her fury. “Sign them! I can’t stand a man like you anymore!”
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