Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 219 Chapter 219: "We're not leaving today until we see the cash!" the thin man retorted, folding his arms and positioning himself behind the tattooed man.

Their intimidating presence drew the attention of the office staff, who began to peek and whisper among themselves.

Noticing this, Eileen put her phone away and stated firmly, "Privately borrowing money isn't illegal, but charging exorbitant interest is. Turning a debt of fifty thousand into five hundred thousand, with interest multiplied tenfold, is beyond legal limits-" She intended to verify with Milford whether he had actually borrowed the initial fifty thousand.

However, before she could finish, the tattooed man pulled another document from his pocket and slammed it onto the table with confidence. "I expected you to use the law against me. I've been in this business long enough to know how things work. Without that knowledge, I would have faced significant losses long ago," he said.

The receptionist bravely approached and examined the paper on the table. It stipulated that unless Milford's payment was satisfactory to the tattooed man, he could refuse the money and require Milford to work off his debt for two years. The document did not specify an exact amount due; it only stated that it must please the tattooed man.

"You're a smart person, and I don't want to complicate things for you. How about this..." the tattooed man proposed with a smirk as he stood up. "By this ttomorrow, bring either the cash or Milford himself." With that, he and his crew departed, leaving Eileen to endure the disapproving looks from sof the staff at the educational institution.

Those looks made Eileen furrow her brow. She told the receptionist, "Clean up here. Everyone else, please continue with your duties." Discover new books galShe then ascended to the second floor, gathered her documents, and left for home.

Her hurried departure did not go unnoticed. The tattooed man in the van captured it on camera, sending the photos to Zola. He expressed his gratitude to Zola, confident that Eileen would find a way to produce the money. Zola quickly called him, saying, "I'll provide the five hundred thousand. Don't accept her money. Just make Milford drop out and join your crew." This left the tattooed man in shock. "Are you really Milford's sister? Having him work with us for two years, even before he turns eighteen, would ruin his future." The tattooed man was more interested in the money than ruining a young life, and he wondered about Zola's motives.

"That's none of your concern. I'll send you the money. Just don't take Eileen's money. By setting the price so high, they'll have to give up the idea of repaying." With that, Zola hung up the phone.

Inside the van, everyone listened to the conversation, exchanging puzzled glances.

The thin man cautiously inquired, "Boss, what does she mean? What should we do now?" Without hesitation, the tattooed man replied, "Don't worry about her reasons. Once we get the five hundred thousand, we'll be set for a good time!" "Boss, you've got a point!" "I've been itching to hit up a nightclub. You've got to make that happen, Boss!" Though they hadn't received any money yet, their excitement bubbled.

Eileen arrived hand immediately called Milford from upstairs. She then showed him the photo of the loan agreement on her phone.

Milford took one look at it, and his face fell. "This agreement... It has been tampered with!" "Forget about whether it has been tampered with or not. Just givethe facts. How much did you really borrow, and are these your fingerprint and signature?" Eileen settled onto the sofa, her dark hair flowing down her shoulders. She fixed Milford with a piercing stare, making him feel as if an invisible force was gripping his throat. After a brief pause, Milford replied weakly, "I borrowed just five hundred, and they wanted two thousand back. The interest seemed manageable, so I agreed. But how did it turn into fifty thousand?" The two thousand repayment demand had skyrocketed to half a million. Milford had signed the agreement, and the fingerprint was indeed his.

"So, you're tellingthat the document stating you'd work for them for two years if they were dissatisfied with your payment was also signed by you?" Eileen asked.

Milford was taken aback for a moment, then admitted, "Yes, I figured I could handle two thousand easily, so I—" Before he could finish, Eileen, overwhelmed by frustration, grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him. Milford dared not refute her, clasping his head and curling up on the sofa. “Ms. Curtis, I realize I made a mistake. I thought if you didn't cfor me, I'd have nowhere else to go, and joining them for two years seemed like a way to survive. If you did show up, then the two thousand wouldn't matter much..." He had a point. Had the debt been just two thousand, Eileen would have readily paid it off for Milford without a second thought. But it wasn't just about the money; what truly upset Eileen was the malicious nature of the scheme.

"You're only sixteen years old; you're easy prey for them. If they meant any harm, you wouldn't even realize how badly things could turn out!" Eileen exclaimed angrily.

The atmosphere inside the house was tense. Bryan could tell immediately that something was amiss as he entered.

After changing his shoes in the entryway, he looked at the two figures on the couch. One was shivering in the corner; the other sat with arms folded, looking serious.

"Bryan!" Upon seeing him, Milford jumped up and rushed over, quickly explaining the situation.

After learning what had happened, Bryan's expression darkened, and he gave Milford a sharp look. Milford replied with a flattering smile, “Ms. Curtis is angry now. Bryan, please, could you talk to her for me?" Somehow, Milford was more afraid of Eileen's anger.

"Head back to your room now; there's no dinner for you tonight." Bryan removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, rolling his sleeves up slightly. His muscular forearms were exposed as if he were preparing for something significant.

"As long as you manage to make Ms. Curtis happy, I'm willing to go without food for a day!" With that, Milford quickly made his way upstairs. As he disappeared around the corner on the third floor, Eileen shifted slightly and looked in his direction. Once she was sure he was out of view, she let out a sigh of relief.

"You're not angry?" Bryan settled next to her, crossing his long legs and gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Leaning closer, Eileen responded, "I'm a bit upset, but I don't need consolation. I was just putting on an act for him to make sure he learns his lesson." Since the note was a forgery, Eileen believed she could find evidence to prove it. It would just take tto deal with the culprits. However, now that she was running an educational institution, getting entangled with those criminals for too long could potentially affect her work.

"When I first cto Wist Land, I put in a lot of effort to find Milford. If he hadn't had the street smarts to navigate that tough crowd, he would have starved to death long ago," Bryan recalled vividly the first the encountered Milford. The boy had used a survival tactic born of sheer desperation.

But this time, Milford was indeed at fault.

"I see your point. He might not have had other options before, but now he does. It's essential that he abandons this way of thinking. He can't just run away from hwhenever he feels like it anymore," Eileen said, taking hold of a black button on Bryan's shirt, running her finger over it as an indescribable feeling welled up inside her. "How did the conversation go with those guys?" Bryan asked, resting his arm along the back of the sofa and fixing his eyes on Eileen's face.

Eileen's gaze was downcast. After a moment of thought, she replied, "They plan to visit the educational institution tomorrow, so I need to talk to a lawyer to figure out how to handle them for now. Then we can work on resolving this slowly." Bryan's eyes darkened at her words. He pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll handle it." He quickly took out his phone and sent a message before Eileen could catch a glimpse.

"Okay, but you need to be stricter with Milford these days," Eileen insisted.

"Understood," Bryan responded, tightening his arms around her and pulling her onto his lap.

Feeling his strong legs beneath her, Eileen's heart fluttered, and she felt an urge to pull away. "Milford is still here!" she protested.

Bryan shrugged it off, saying, "He wouldn't dare cdownstairs," especially since Milford believed Eileen was still angry with him.

Bryan gently caressed Eileen's cheek, tilting his head back slightly, the veins on his neck visible. "I'm starving," he said.

Eileen pressed her hands against Bryan's chest, resisting his pull.

Desire stirred in Bryan's dark eyes. He eventually rested his head against her chest, inhaling deeply. "Then I'll cook for you first.” "Okay, it's getting late. Go ahead and start cooking. I need to take Milford to the Vance family's place for his tutoring session after the meal." Eileen hinted that even after eating, Bryan wouldn't get what he wanted.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a warm sensation on her collarbone, followed by a sudden bite that made her wince in pain.

"I'll drive you there," Bryan said, his voice low and husky. After biting her, he soothed the area with e area with agentle kiss as to ease her discomfort. He then straightened his disheveled shirt before heading to the kitchen to cook. In the end, Eileen softened and requested Bryan to call Milford down for dinner.

Milford joined them at the table, his movements cautious as he glanced at Eileen while he ate.

While Eileen tutored Milford and Adalina, Bryan spent ttalking with Denzel. During the brief ten-minute snippet of their caught-minute break, Eileen discussion; it revolved around a new business venture Denzel was pitching to Bryan as a potential investment. Bryan was giving Read proposal serious thought. The the latest chapter there! The following day was Saturday, and although Eileen had planned to spend the day with Ruby, Milford's situation necessitated a morning visit to the educational institution.

At eight o'clock, just as Eileen opened the door, she noticed the van parked on the roadside. The door swung open, revealing the familiar faces from the day before. The group walked over confidently, but Eileen halted them at the entrance, saying, "Everyone, I've booked a private room across the street at the cafe for us to talk. I have students arriving here for tutoring today, and I'd appreciate your cooperation." "Alright then," the tattooed man responded, leading his group away.

Their arrival at the cafe caused a stir among the staff. Eileen reassured them, saying, "Mr. Dawson has reserved the private room." "Please cthis way," a waiter said, guiding Eileen and the others to a secluded room on the second floor. He opened the door for them.

Eileen walked in first and paused, surprised to see not only Bryan but also Zola already inside.