Revenge After Death

Chapter 218

“Stephie…” Steven called out. He noticed how distracted I was and tugged on my hand cautiously.

“Mr. Lincoln, you’ll need to attend a charity gala next month,” Ewan said as he glanced at Steven

through the rearview mirror.

“I’m not going,” Steven replied unhappily.

He was socially anxious, so he hated attending social events as such.

“You’ve just taken over the Lincoln Group, so you’ll need to take part in social events like these.” Ewan persuaded helplessly.

“How annoying…” Steven said with petulance. He was getting a little angry.

I propped my head up and looked at Steven. I was suddenly amused by him.

His

angry expression made him look like a child who was being forced by his parents to visit

distant relatives he didn’t like.

“Steve, we have to attend the charity gala. Mr. Martin has been released on bail and claims that

others have taken the blame for his illegal actions. Dax believes that we’re somehow involved. Mr.

Martin is less likely to let us off the hook now that he’s been released,” I sighed.

I continued, “I heard that a big shot from Crowdstar Group will be attending the charity gala too.

He’s been rumored to be quite extraordinary in recent years.”

Steven was taken aback to hear that. He cast a sidelong glance at me and asked, “Stephie, do your want to go?”

I nodded in response. Even though our main objective was to figure out who the main culprit was, we had to prioritize staying alive over anything else.

“It was clear that Martin didn’t want Steven and I to live.

If we could meet the mysterious president of Crowdstar Group this time, it might help boost our

status in the Lincoln family.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that Crowdstar Group’s president is very capable. He can help us out of our

current predicament and further cement your position in the Lincoln Group,” I whispered.

Ewan must have hit the brakes a bit too hard at that moment. I almost fell out of my seat, but

Steven managed to catch me.

Steven frowned at Ewan.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted for a moment,” Ewan apologized.

“Do you know anything about Crowdstar Group’s president, Mr. Bart? You’ve been part of this industry for a while now, haven’t you?” I asked Ewan if he had any knowledge of the president of

Crowdstar Group.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Lincoln. All I know is that Crowdstar Group has become rather popular in recent years, but its founder is very elusive. No one has ever seen him, and there are very few reports in the media about him. It almost feels like he’s hiding from everyone,” Ewan said, shaking his head.

Even though Ewan was assistant to the Lincoln Group’s chairman, he had never met the president of Crowdstar Group.

This person was indeed rather elusive.

“I’ve looked him up. Some people on the internet claim to have seen him before, apparently. They say that he’s an old, ugly man with a limp. That’s why he’s rarely seen in public. Hardly anyone has

seen him,” I said. I was unsure if the online rumors were reliable.

Steven was in the middle of drinking some water when he suddenly stiffened. Then, he coughed,

seemingly having choked on it.

I instinctively grabbed a tissue to wipe the water that had dribbled out of his mouth and flowed

down to his neck.

I couldn’t help but notice how good Steven’s Adam’s apple looked. Its shape was so distinct.

When he swallowed, it rolled.

I blushed slightly at the sight and unconsciously withdrew my fingers. I had heard one shouldn’t

touch a man’s Adam’s apple carelessly.

Sure enough, Steven ended up reaching out to pull me into his arms. Then, he lowered his head to

kiss me.

Ewan then helplessly raised the partition and continued to drive steadily as if he were driving an army tank.

“You…” I tried to push Steven away.

“You started it first,” Steven said, looking aggrieved.

He implied that I had seduced him.

“I was just wiping the water off you,” I muttered softly.

“I don’t care,” Steven said. He held my cheeks stubbornly and leaned down to kiss me again. You’re mine.”

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“Steven…” I whispered his name, feeling my breath heating up.

Why did I have to forget everything related to him?

“Mr. Martin has encouraged some high–ranking employees to go on a strike. You’ll need to head to the company tomorrow morning,” Ewan said. He seemed reluctant to interrupt us, but he ended up speaking up after answering a phone call.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If Steven would be at the Lincoln Group, it meant that I could sneak out to meet Eason in secret at noon tomorrow.

I wanted to know what he wanted to show me.