Chapter 234


    Chapter 234


    Valor rocked up to Gwendolyn’s ce with the back of his Cadic sagging under the weight of dozens


    of gift boxes, a grand gesture to celebrate her return from a trip to the countryside retreat of


    Honeysuckle


    Hollow.


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    Each box was a treasure trove of luxury, morels, ginseng, and rare herbs, the finest money could buy.


    He strode in, his cheeks flushed with health, decked out in a loud floral shirt, the picture of sess.


    Valor had shaken off his secret ailments and was now walking on air. In the high–rolling social circles of


    Bayridge City, the gossip mills churned with tales of Valor’s escapades.


    With his wealth, charm, and carefree nature, he had be a favorite in the social club scene.


    Gwendolyn surveyed the extravagant botanical bounty sprawled across her floor and tried to decline


    the gifts, “Mr. Peterson, this is too much. Please, take them back.”


    “No can do,” he boomed with a grin that stretched ear to ear, “When I give a gift, it stays given.


    Besides, I handpicked these for you.”


    Valor, for all his personal padillos, was known to honor his debts.


    “Just ept it,” Howard chimed in, taking charge and graciously epting the gifts on her behalf.


    Valorughed heartily, “I swung by to spill some juicy news too. The Walker family has hit a streak of


    bad luck.”


    The Peterson family and the Walker family were titans shing in the real estate arena, engaging in


    petty corporate skirmishes like sabotaging each other’s potted nts with scalding water or cutting


    inte cables, and it was all part of the game.


    But the Walker family’s misfortune was the Peterson family’s delight.


    He leaned in, lowering his voice for effect, “Word is, Candy’s been implicate in a murder–for–hire plot


    and got hauled in by the cops. On her way to the station, she had a car wreck and broke her right arm


    and ended up with a case of Bell’s palsy.”


    A broken arm made sense, but Bell’s palsy?


    Gwendolyn and Howard exchanged a knowing look. Valor was blissfully unaware that the very agents


    of Candy’s misfortune were seated right before him.


    Valor crowed, “They say the hospital’s best can’t fix her. It seems like some divine justice to me.”


    Gwendolyn was at a loss for words, feeling awkward, while Howard gave her hand a reassuring


    squeeze.


    “Howard, do you think the Walkers crossed someone? Who could pull this off?” Valor furrowed his


    brow, contemting their own vulnerability, “Do you think they’de after the Petersons too?”


    “No,” Howard replied, his voice cool and sparing.


    Valor was about to delve deeper into his theories when Marina announced loudly, “Mr. and Mrs.


    Chadwick, the Walkers are here.”


    Right on cue.


    “What do they want now?” Valor mumbled, confused.


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    The Walkers, trailing behind their gifts, a collection that paled inparison to Valor’s thoughtful


    offerings, made their entrance. Mrs. Walker supported Candy, who was stunning despite the bandages


    on her arm and the droop to one side of her face. She stood eye to eye with Valor, quite the presence


    at five–foot–nine.


    “Mr. Chadwick, Mrs. Chadwick,” Mrs. Walker began, her voiceced with forced cheerfulness. “I’ve


    brought my disobedient daughter to apologize.”


    Candy sobbed, “Gwendolyn, I’m so sorry. I only asked Jack to take those private photos, I never told


    him to hire a hitman or to rob. I swear it wasn’t me. Please forgive me.”


    Valor’s eyes widened with realization, and the Walker family had crossed the Chadwick family.


    That exined everything.


    “And taking photos isn’t vile?” Before Gwendolyn or Howard could respond, Valor exploded like a


    firecracker, “Candy, you’re truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” he raged, “Gwendolyn, don’t you dare


    forgive


    her.”


    Candy seethed, “Shut it, you little weasel.”


    Mrs. Walker twisted her daughter’s arm sharply, hissing, “Quiet.”


    “You such a bitch. Gwendolyn, she’s done worse. She’s been bad–mouthing you online.” Valor whipped


    out his smartphone, pulling up the profile of “Sweet Candy.”


    “This is you, right? Look at the filth you’ve written.”


    Thements were a string of insults aimed at Gwendolyn, elevating Selina by dragging Gwendolyn’s


    name through the mud, calling her a country bumpkin, a whore, a desperate gold digger.


    Smack.


    Mrs. Walker’s hand flew, striking Candy across the face.