Chapter 73: Chapter 77

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Chapter 77 Lyra was so straightforward about it that Maeve almost spat out the milkshake in her mouth. “Forget it, we’re not a good fit for each other.”

“How so? Isn’t he handsome? He’s much better–looking than Sergio, Isn’t he?”

“I never said that he’s not handsome.”

“He’s also on par with Sergio in terms of money and power!”

“That’s not important.”

Maeve shook her head. “You can’t just force feelings into existence.”

“Oh no, so that means my brother has zero chance now.”

Lyra had a look of regret on her face. She asked, “Then what do you feel about my brother? Do you like him? Or do you dislike him?”

“I don’t exactly like him, but I’m very sure I don’t hate him, either. I even think that he’s quite decent.”

Lyra nodded.

This meant that her brother still had a chance!

At that moment, Lyra’s phone flashed in her pocket. On her phone was displayed the screen of an ongoing call with “My Little Brother“.

Meanwhile, Zion ended a call. He was frowning deeply.

Charlie was eating some seafood pasta nearby. He asked, “Did something terrible happen? What did Lyra say to you?”

“How do I wish feelings into existence?”

“Huh?”

Charlie asked, “Why did she ask you that?”

Zion frowned, “How exactly are feelings born?”

“Just pester her. People are right when they say that the fiercest of women will still fall for men who pursue them relentlessly. The more you pester her, the more shell like you!”

As soon as Charlie finished speaking, he suddenly asked in a nervous tone, “What’s the matter? Is Lyra dating again?”

“No.”

Zion said calmly, “It’s a friend of mine. He told me that the girl he likes has no feelings for him.”

“Does this friend of yours happen to be you?”

Zion glanced at Charlie. Charlie immediately raised his hands. “Alright, pretend I never said anything.”

Zion was earnestly thinking about the saying when he suddenly caught sight of Charlie’s seafood pasta on the table. “You don’t like these things, do you?”

“Lyra loves it, and she kept bugging me to order some for her, so I got some for myself too. I wanted to see how delicious it was!”

“Is it good, then?”

“It’s alright, just a little dry.”

Charlie shook his head. “Lyra even asked me to order some durian cake for her last time. Women’s tastes are so bizarre.”

Zion’s frown deepened. He thought for a moment before saying, “I see.”

“What do you see?”

Charlie looked at Zion in confusion.

The next morning, the knocks on the door woke Maeve up. Opening the front door, Maeve saw the security guard downstairs handing a parcel to her. “Ms. Scott, here’s a package for you.”

“For me?”

The security guard said, “Your friend mailed something to you.”

“My friend?”

“Who is it? What’s with the ruckus this early in the morning? I need my beauty sleep.”

Lyra had woken up as well. She scratched her head, glancing at the cardboard box on the floor through bleary eyes. She asked, “What’s this?”

“I have no idea. Let’s open it and take a look.”

Maeve opened the box with a curious look on her face. A familiar smell immediately invaded her senses. Maeve froze. Lyra sniffed at the air. “This smell. is it durian?“