Chapter 414


    Chapter 414


    Langston choked on his burger, coughing violently!


    Everett quickly got up and patted his back, “Easy there, cowboy. Ain’t no one gonna rustle that burger


    from ya.”


    “I’m fine!” Langston waved him off, avoiding Everett’s gaze.


    At first, Everett was genuinely concerned about the choking hazard, but Langston’s shifty behavior


    tipped him off that something was amiss.


    He was trying to y it cool, but the more he did, the more it screamed that there was something fishy.


    But this time. Everett didn’t go for the direct approach. Instead, he yed it off like he hadn’t noticed a


    thing and finished the meal as if everything was normal.


    He knew Langston was onto his old tricks, but there were plenty more tricks up his sleeve.


    Let Dorothy start working at the Lopez Corporation first. The rest… well, they would cross that bridge


    when theye


    to it


    At the hospital, Jeffrey showed no signs of improvement.


    The deep gash across his face was beyond healing, leaving a scar that would never fade. The multiple


    fractures throughout his body posed no threat to his life, but any thoughts of manualbor or heavy


    lifting in his future were dashed.


    The only silver lining was that his condition hadn’t worsened.


    Paloma’s eyes were swollen from crying, and she had fainted more than once. Eventually, Huxley had


    to strong–arm her back to the hotel to rest, leaving him to stand vigil alone.


    When Heather arrived, she found Huxley staring at the ICU sign, lost in thought.


    She bnced a bunch of stuff in her arms andposed herself before approaching


    “Huxley.”


    He stood up when he saw her, though not with the warmth he reserved for Everett. His demeanor was


    cooler, almost frosty.


    “Yeah, you’re here.”


    “I came to see how Jeffrey’s doing. Is he better?”


    Huxley nodded grimly, “Just waiting on the doc and see if surgery is needed.”


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    “Ah, Huxley, you’re not in the best shape yourself. How about Ie by after my shift to keep watch?


    I’m free anyway. and you and Paloma should get some rest at the hotel.”


    “It’s okay. I’m worried someone might try to harm my boy.” Huxley’s words were blunt as a hammer.


    He figured if Heather was innocent, she wouldn’t take offense. But if she were up to something, she


    needed to hear this


    straight.


    Sure enough, he caught a fleeting look of difort crossing Heather’s face.


    “Huxley, didn’t the cops say it was an ident? No one’s out to get Jeffrey!”


    “That’s debatable. My son’s a straight shooter, not a sly fox. He might’ve rubbed someone the wrong


    way. Didn’t you say it yourself? Jeffrey had a habit of sticking his nose in your business with Everett.


    I’ve told him off for it, but he never listens. Said he considered both of you friends and couldn’t ignore


    trouble.”


    “Jeffrey’s a good guy. I know his nature!”


    Huxley gave her a pointed look, a smile ying on his lips, “Right. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask


    you about something. I heard my son had a spat with you at the Lopez Corporation right before he


    drove off. What was that all about?


    “Just… work stuff.”


    “Really? ‘Cause what I heard didn’t sound like a work chat.” Huxley coughed lightly, waving it off,


    “Anyway, if you don’t want to talk to me about it I’ll let Everett take a gander when he gets here, just


    found it out myself and didn’t get the chance to tell him. Thought I’d ask you since you’re here first.”


    The implication was clear as day; he didn’t buy Heather’s story one bit.