Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 506

Heather’s car sped throughout the entire journey. Since she had never been treated like this by Robert

before, she directed all her rage at her car.

Meanwhile, Blake’s heart leaped in his throat for her as he followed behind Heather’s car. Considering

how fast her car was going, it would be strange if Heather didn’t get into an accident. He kept praying

that nothing would happen to Heather, for Robert would certainly blame him if she got into one.

However, even if Heather didn’t care for her life while she was on the road, Blake still wanted to live to

see tomorrow. Soon, he ended up lagging behind and eventually lost sight of her.

Blake thought that Heather must have returned to the Langston Residence, so he took a nearby

shortcut and rushed over there. However, when he reached his destination, he saw no trace of her car.

After waiting for her inside the house, there was still no sign of Heather even when Robert arrived. The

first thing Robert asked was Heather’s whereabouts.

Blake looked at Robert, unable to tell the truth despite his troubled thoughts. All he could do was give a

half-hearted, sloppy reply, telling the older man that Heather hadn’t returned to the Langston Residence

yet.

Robert was already in a bad mood, and he immediately lost his temper upon hearing Blake’s answer.

“Blake, I told you to follow Heather, but you lost her.” Robert was furious as he glared at Blake. He

wanted to fully direct his ire at him, but Robert stamped down on his emotions in the end.

Now that things had come to this, there wasn’t much use in getting angry. Besides, Robert was not

unfamiliar with Heather’s temper; it was perfectly normal for Blake to be unable to keep up with her, but

Robert was still worried that she would come to harm. Heather had been in a car accident that very

morning, and they ended up arguing about it in the afternoon. Robert had only hit her out of a moment

of frustration during their fight, and he regretted it once the deed was done. After all, the Moriarty

Family had come fully prepared; they would end up meeting Heather sooner or later.

The Moriarty Family had yet to make their move, but the Langstons were already in a state of complete

chaos. A sense of helplessness rose within Robert.

“Grandpa, Heather drove like a madwoman. I couldn’t keep up with her at all,” Blake explained wearily.

In the end, the one Robert worried about was his precious granddaughter.

“It’s fine. Heather will come back,” Robert replied, feeling completely exhausted. He didn’t have the

energy to care about this, for he believed that Heather was a rational lady.

Blake promptly nodded and said, “She’ll definitely come back once she has cooled her head.”

Both grandfather and grandson were close, and they didn’t have any grudges with each other. The two

of them immediately assumed that Heather would come back soon lest she got into an accident.

Meanwhile, Heather had calmed down considerably after staying outside for a while. Then, she thought

about Robert’s odd actions; perhaps her grandfather was hiding something. She immediately turned

back and returned to the Langston Residence so that she could get the truth from him.

However, Robert was already sleeping by the time she returned home. Things weren’t adding up, for

her grandfather had gone to bed when it wasn’t even dark outside yet. What was stranger was the

words that Blake relayed to her from Robert.

“Grandpa said that you shouldn’t go to the Parkers tomorrow; it seems like he doesn’t want you to see

them anymore.” Of course, Blake loved making things to be more than they seem.

Heather glared at Blake. She believed the first part of the message, but for the second part, she

wouldn’t believe it at all unless it came straight from Robert’s own mouth.

“Why can’t I go to the Parkers’ tomorrow?” Heather asked in confusion.

“That’s because it’s Thanksgiving tomorrow! We’re going to have dinner together with the entire family,

and everyone at the Parkers will be on break. Have you forgotten?” Blake asked in a smarmy manner,

delighted that he had managed to fool Heather.

“Lame,” Heather said with a huff.

“Now that you’re back, let’s have dinner together,” Blake said to her.

“I’m not hungry. I’m going back to my room.” Heather simply brushed past Blake, and she looked like

she wanted to be left alone.

When she returned to her room, Heather regretted it a little. She was hungry, but she decided not to eat

just to prove a point. Fortunately for her, she had plenty of snacks squirreled away in her room.

However, when she searched for her snacks, she didn’t find anything—all she found was a letter.

Heather opened it and she immediately wanted to cry. Could there be anything worse than this? She

was hungry and wanted to eat some snacks to fill her belly, but it turned out that Robert had disposed

of all her snacks, citing concern for her health.

As she read the words neatly penned on the paper, Heather had the urge to just go berserk. Staying

with the Langstons was too much of a pain, and she wanted to leave this place.

After gritting her teeth in anger, Heather simply washed up before lying on her bed; she was prepared

to just lie there and be lazy. At that moment, messages popped up one after another as she stared at

her phone, so she picked the device up lazily.

Matthias was the one who had sent most of the messages during the sudden barrage, yet Heather was

in no mood to scroll up and read all of them. Not only that, Matthias’ messages were mundane and

boring, so it didn’t matter whether she replied or not.

However, Leon’s message startled her. Heather hadn’t expected for Leon to have already dug up all

that information on that stalker in such a short time.

Initially, she had thought that the stalker was no one special; who would have thought that he would

have such a background instead? It seemed like a waste of the stalker’s talents to make him track

Myra and Tony, and it was no wonder that Tony’s hired men didn’t pick up on him. If the stalker hadn’t

been discovered by chance, he would probably still be following behind Myra and Tony in silence.

Heather started a video call with Leon. “Can the average person even hire someone this top-tier?”

Heather asked Leon despite knowing the answer.

Things would be better if the one who hired the stalker was Cameron, but if it was someone else they

didn’t know, that would be more bothersome. After all, it would be a pain to slowly check each suspect

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“With the Langstons’ influence, no. Not even the Harts can hire them either. Tell me—do you think any

ordinary person is capable of hiring him?” Leon looked at his tablet in disdain, and he wondered why

Heather was being an idiot.

“Amazing.”

Heather hadn’t expected the stalker to be someone special. Logically speaking, the Langstons and the

Harts were among the most powerful, influential families in Bradfort City. If they couldn’t even hire him,

Heather didn’t dare to imagine who could have been the one to hire the person stalking Myra and Tony.

“Yeah, I’ve heard rumors about the organization that the stalker belongs to, but I hadn’t expected it to

be real.”

It was like Leon had just opened a door to a new world.

“In that case, aren’t Myra and Tony in danger?” Heather asked worriedly.

Leon looked at his tablet screen while he played a mobile game on his phone. He was rather relaxed

about this, for he didn’t have ties to neither Myra nor Tony.

“Relax, they’re in no danger. Other than having someone know every single one of their actions, there’s

nothing else that can endanger them,” Leo breezily replied.

Heather didn’t quite understand, opting to flick the window with the video call away. This situation could

no longer be explained properly with words, and she wanted a more detailed explanation.

Leon had just gotten to an important part of the stage he was playing. By the time he passed the stage,

Heather had already cut off the video call. Since he didn’t get another video call request from her, Leon

hastily shot her one.

Heather didn’t pick up the first time, so Leon called her a second time. Sometimes, Heather was rather

like a little girl—for instance, when it came to her occasional pettiness.

As Leon’s face took up her entire screen, Heather frantically asked him, “If such a shady organization

has their sights on Myra and Tony, why did you say that they’re not in danger?”

“You didn’t read the files I sent you properly, did you?” Leon eyed her in disdain.

“I don’t have time to read through all of it. Just explain it to me.” Heather had no patience at all today.

Right now, she was worried for Myra.

“As I’ve mentioned, they aren’t in danger. Do you think I’m lying to you? The guy they sent is only

supposed to track them and gather information on the couple. He’s not in charge of assassinating

them, so there’s no threat to their lives,” Leon said in disgruntlement, still thinking about the game on

his phone.

“There’s no telling whether they’ll send an assassin after Myra and Tony once they’ve gotten enough

information.” Heather was still worried, for she felt that Myra had a ticking time bomb by her.

“They won’t—your friend still isn’t important enough for that. She’s not some political figure either, and

there’s nothing about her that warrants an assassination. Sending a tracker after your friend is already

putting her on a pedestal.” After all, Leon did have some understanding about how the organization

worked.

“Why are you so sure?” Heather asked skeptically.

“That’s because I wanted to join that organization back when I was in my second year of middle school,

so I went everywhere to grab any information I could on them.” Now that Leon had discovered that the

organization was something that actually existed and was close to him, he still felt that old excitement

of his. He still had a slight thought about trying to join them.

“Quit messing around and just be a normal businessman. Why do you want to rush over to some

assassin’s organization?” Heather thought that Leon still hadn’t gotten over his edgelord phase.

“Geez, you won’t even let me entertain that thought. Every young boy has the heart of an avenging

rebel within them,” Leon said with a look of pride. Meanwhile, Heather rolled her eyes at him.

“I won’t be going to the Parkers’ to work in a few more days, so let’s just run our business. You, though

—stop being such an edgelord.” Heather had already made up her mind. She would not continue to

waste her time at the Parkers’, or she would never get anything done.

“You’ve already gotten everything in place. After all, you can’t just open a listed company at the drop of

a hat. Do you think it’s like opening some small company that’s worth 200,000?” Leon hadn’t seen

anything that might indicate that Heather had been making preparations, so he took the opportunity to

make a jab at her expense.

“My lawyer has been helping me all this while with the paperwork. Basically, everything is just about

ready.” Heather was very concerned about her future company, and she couldn’t possibly not do

anything to prepare.

“Who’s your lawyer that’s so incredible?” Leon asked curiously. He didn’t expect there to be such an

omnipotent lawyer.

“My Uncle Alexander. He wouldn’t let me touch anything that he can help me with.” Having said that,

Heather felt immensely grateful toward Alexander for saving her a lot of trouble.

“In that case, I’ll look forward to it all. Are you sure you want to open it in Bradfort City though? This

isn’t a great location.” Leon had been reading through the information that Heather had given him the

last few days because he had nothing to do, and he also heard about how the business scene in

Bradfort City was doing.

To put it simply, the Harts practically had a monopoly right here. After all, they could be considered as

the boss within the vicinity. Right now, the Locke Group had popped up, and they wanted to seize part

of the Harts’ market share because of the sheer scale of their business.

Meanwhile, the Langstons were in an awkward position in Bradfort City. Although they were just a little

below the Harts on the ladder prior to this, that was only possible because they also included their

overseas branches. The Langstons themselves had completely no influence around here, and they

couldn’t be mentioned in the same sentence as the Harts when it came to financial power.

Now that the behemoths known as the Locke Group and the Hart Group were duking it out, the

Langstons could not get a foot in. Yet, Heather had to create a new company under these current

circumstances. It was awkward, and no one had any idea how Heather would develop her company.

Most of the sectors dealing with physical goods were already under the Locke Group or Hart Group’s

thumb, and it would be most difficult to carve a new path for herself.

“Isn’t that more challenging, though?” On the other hand, Heather was brimming with confidence. Leon

knew that Heather was insane deep down, but he hadn’t expected her to actually play with such a

sizable fire this time.