Chapter 149


    ra had never peggedn as the clingy type. To her, he was always detached. and aloof, unless


    between the sheets.


    Once upon a time, she was the one doing the chasing. How the tables had turned. Now he was the


    one acting like a desperate ex.


    Biting her lip with irritation, ra snapped, “There’s amunity clinic two blocks down, on the


    right. Get yourself patched up there.” She shoved his suitcases outside the door, followed briskly by


    lan himself, and with an emphatic m, the door closed behind him.


    Just then, the door across the hallway creaked open, and out stepped Ryker, leaning nonchntly


    against the frame, dressed head–to–toe in effortlessly cool leisurewear. A smirk yed on his lips.


    “Well, well, if it isn’t my invincible cousin. What’s the matter? Ms. ra kicked you to the curb?”


    Already fuming,n bristled at Ryker’s taunt. With a steely gaze, he retorted, “Your dad called me,


    Ryker. He wants me to school you in the art of running a business. I wasn’t keen on babysitting, but


    now, I’ve decided you’re starting at my office tomorrow.”


    Ryker chuckled dismissively. “Why would I want to do that? I’m not sick in the head. Being ra’s


    bodyguard is the sweet gig – there’s goodpany, good food, and she even pays me, not to


    mention the threads she picks up for me. Running some stuffypany? No thanks. Whoever


    wants that headache is wee to it. I couldn’t care less about the family empire.”


    The Millers were old money in Riddleton, a family with a storied legacy. And Ryker was their sole


    heir, a rebel who marched to the beat of his own drum, never heeding anyone’s advice. His parents


    had hoped a stint in the military would straighten him out, but all it did was add an edge to his


    defiance.


    job to look after you. Don’t mention it. And if you’re ever short on cash, I’ll foot the bill.”


    Ryker’s cavalier expression turned to one of shock. n, have some shame, will you? ra


    dumped you ages ago. Cousin–inw? Get over yourself!”


    Meanwhile, ra, having gathered herself, joined Ryker to head downstairs. In her hurry, she


    almost collided with the movers. She quickly apologized and nced up to see them carrying a


    leather sofa set – the very one she’d admiredst month, intending to ce it inn’s vi. How


    quickly times changed, she thought. Her eyes darkened as she slipped into her car.


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    Settling in, ra pulled out some documents and began to review them. Today, she was


    representing an elderly woman in a case of neglect. The intiff, a mother in her seventies, had


    single–handedly raised three sons only to be abandoned in her twilight years, scraping by on what


    she could salvage from garbage bins.


    ra had stumbled upon this heartbreaking scene on the street and had volunteered to take on the


    mother’s case pro bono. The story had already made the rounds on the inte, with the ungrateful


    sonsmbasting ra for meddling.


    The case had be a social media sensation, drawing the public’s eye. With her sharp wit and


    commanding presence, ra left the sons speechless in court. The judge ultimately proposed a fair


    support n, thanks to ra’s efforts.


    Her advocacy made headlines once again, and she found herself in the spotlight, evennding an


    interview with a national televisionwork. Her reputation as a champion for the underdog was


    only growing stronger.