Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Grandma Lyon’s withered hand was trampled underfoot by her own son and daughter-in-law, tossed back and forth as if in a game of kickball. She was dragged from her wheelchair to the floor by Leah, like a dying, desiccated old dog, her high heels jabbing at her.

Tina, “…”

Jared, “…”

Grandma Lyon’s descendants-truly-were filial!

“You old hag, I’ve tolerated you for a long time. My Oliver did the most work, and yet he ended up with nothing. You favor your daughter to such an extent, and now you still try to deceive us with a bit of equity to buy our favor, bah!”

Sonia wasn’t having an easy time either. Megan had always been the one most covetous of the Hancock family’s assets, and now everything had gone to Sonia, which only unbalanced her more.

The more she thought about her efforts and her son’s, the angrier she got, and her attacks became increasingly harsher.

“You little vixen, I knew you weren’t so kind as to offer your shares genuinely. You’re trying to deceive us, but you don’t even have the ability. If you don’t cough up the Hancock family’s funds today, I will kill you!”

Once the human heart gets mixed with profit, it can no longer be called a heart.

Tina was accustomed to the sight of families scheming over minor inheritances, as had been the case with the Reed family and later the Farrell family.

For the sake of so-called money, they would forsake principles and disregard kinship.

The Lyon family was no different, now fighting over eight hundred billion dollars, kicking their elderly mother’s hand around like trash.

Sharp high heels and hands full of rings had become weapons in the struggle for wealth.

Such families, even without the eight hundred billion, would soon become victims of their own greed.

Jared draped his coat over Tina’s shoulders, embraced her, and they left the Lyon family.

The Lyon family’s retribution was still to come.

After leaving the Lyon family, Tina received a text from Cole.

“Serena, Max has been released on bail.”

Tina put away her phone. “Grandma Lyon still has that kind of pull?”

Jared scoffed, “The Lyon family certainly doesn’t.”

The Lyon family still relied on the Hancock family to expand their business. Now that Max had gotten into such trouble, it would be good enough if the Lyon family could save themselves, let alone bail Max out.

What a joke.

Tina also curved her lips in a smile, her eyes brimming with amusement. She nodded, neither approving nor otherwise, “He must have some skills to have been chosen by my mother.”

At that moment, Max, now in fresh clothes and clean, stepped into his home.

Grace was terrified and rushed towards her father, “Dad, you’re finally back, you scared me to death, I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Max ruffled his daughter’s hair, “Didn’t I tell you? I would be inside for a while but would come out soon. With my daughter here, how could anything happen?”

“Yep, my dad’s the best.” Grace pulled Max to sit on the sofa. “Dad, I did everything you told me to. How did you know the Lyon family would come to us for a contract?”

Grace might not be the brightest, only wanting to be the idol of the wealthy boys in Clearwater, a star in the limelight, but she wasn’t foolish-how else could she have confused and deeply devoted those rich boys?

Those words from Sonia were just her leftovers.

How could she not see that the contract was Sonia’s attempt to monopolize the Hancock family’s business?

They wanted to reap where they hadn’t sown. Wishful thinking.

But Max had instructed before the cruise banquet, if the Hancock family ran into trouble, let the Lyon family take advantage if they wanted to-Grace just had to accept everything handed to her.

So when Sonia approached her, Grace only pretended to panic and signed the contract under her guidance. Max chuckled, “The Lyon family, those greedy dogs, will never pass up a chance to gnaw on a bone, but they should really check if their teeth are up to it. Grace, once dad swallows up the Lyon family’s business, I’ll make contact with the Farrell family to ensure you can smoothly marry that Jared, alright?” Grace nestled against Max’s shoulder, “I knew dad always has my best interest at heart; I’ll always listen to you and won’t make foolish mistakes anymore.”

“Dad only has one daughter, and I absolutely won’t let you suffer. Remember, don’t make decisions on your own. Marrying Jared won’t be so easy; you must strategize carefully.” Max’s gaze grew deeper, his murky eyes held a bizarre light, pondering something unknown. Grace was lost in her own blissful blueprint, completely unaware of Max’s abnormality. The news of Max’s exoneration spread rapidly, and he held a press conference that very day to clarify the allegations. “I was indeed approached by the authorities for a discussion, not because Hancock Group or I did anything illegal, but because some competitors, desperate to take down Hancock Group, framed me in hopes of seizing the company during the turmoil. Now the government has cleared my name and lifted all restrictions on me. I assure all my friends who care about me that you have nothing to worry about.”

“I also swear once again that neither I nor Hancock Group will engage in any illegal activities. We shall remain law-abiding citizens. Thank you all.” Max’s impassioned speech quickly spread across the internet via live media, effectively dissociating him from the three-ton Old Kris incident. After the conference, Max left the stage and went to the backstage lounge. No sooner had he closed the door than a person dressed as a journalist entered, carrying neither a camera nor a microphone. Max sat on the sofa, loosened his tie, and was not surprised by the visitor. “Mr. Hancock, your recent speech was truly stirring,” the journalist said, sitting opposite Max with a smirk. Max squinted at the journalist and chuckled, “Did Five Poisons send you?”

“Yes,” the journalist narrowed his eyes and pulled off his press ID, tossing it casually onto the table, “Mr. Hancock, you can call me Eagle Flies.”

“You’re quite a pretty young lady; why such a name?” Max straightened up, “Let’s get to the point. What does the boss of Five Poisons want?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“The boss wants you to quickly take over the Lyon family’s business chain, especially that contract. Only by securing that contract can we truly develop bionic biotechnology. Also, the Old Kris route is no longer viable; we need to find an alternative soon. If such an incident happens again, no one can save you,” Eagle Flies spoke softly, like a very agreeable young girl. To Max, however, her words felt like an iceberg passing by, involuntarily straightening his shoulders. Max cleared his throat, “Yes, I understand. I didn’t expect Jared to really come after me this time; it won’t happen again. But about the bomb on the ship, why wasn’t I informed beforehand? My daughter was on board, what if…”

“Mr. Hancock, if your daughter hadn’t interfered, Jared Farrell might already be dead,” Eagle Flies said, narrowing her eyes coldly at Max.