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Chapter 273 He Has No Right
Leah knew that she couldn't offend Shawn, but just because she couldn't afford to offend him didn't
mean she couldn't hide away.
She had tried to avoid him but ended up running into the devil himself anyway.
Her attitude irritated Shawn to no end. "Hold it. Did I say you could leave?"
His chilling gaze landed on her retreating figure.
She stopped in her tracks. Leaving as she was now would only anger Shawn.
Neither she nor Han could afford to weather the consequences of his anger.
She sucked in her breath, held back the indignation she felt, and turned around to face him with a
placid expression.
"Do you have some wisdom to impart to us, Mr. Ford?"
Shawn's gaze skipped over Leah and landed on Serena. "You come to my store and cause a ruckus
and try to leave without a word of apology?"
He knew Leah well. She wouldn't care if he threatened her but lay a finger on those around her and
she would do everything in her power to protect them.
What a foolish woman.
Leah shielded Serena when she noticed his threatening gaze.
"It was me who did it. I'm the one solely responsible for this. If anyone should be taking responsibility,
it's me."
He scoffed. "And how are you going to take responsibility?"
The startled Leah apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ford. I was being ignorant."
There was a hint of surprise in his dark eyes. The hands behind his back clenched into fists. What an
adaptable woman.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're disgusting, Leah Murray."
Leah didn't answer. All she cared about was whether or not his anger had subsided. "Can we go?"
Dignity was a non-issue for Leah in the face of survival. This was a lesson she learned from childhood.
He snorted. "I have your design drafts. It seems you're not worthy of even being a designer anymore.
These are nothing more than scraps of trash."
He watched her as if looking for a reaction but Leah said nothing more and sidestepped him to leave.
The clerk assumed that Shawn was her to support her. It was hard not to be tempted by a handsome
and wealthy man. She greeted him with a gracious smile.
"You should've called to let us know you were coming, Mr. Ford. We could've made proper
arrangements to receive you."
He backhanded the clerk.
He was not a kind man, much less a man of principle.
He heard how the woman insulted Leah and left an uncomfortable feeling festering in him.
"Get out of my sight."
His simple words sealed the woman's fate in Linkville.
The poor woman didn't even understand what she had done wrong.
Serena couldn't help but apologize to Leah when they got back to the car. "I'm sorry, Cindy. We
wouldn't have run into him if I hadn't suggested we go there."
Serena knew Shawn was a demon but she wasn't expecting him to be so loathsome.
Leah forced a smile. "It's fine. We're both okay now, aren't we?"
If she hadn't lowered herself, the next one in line for the chopping block was Serena.
Serena thought the situation was weird. Shawn was acting as if he wanted both Leah and Han to be at
the bottom forever so why did he take her designs?
"I didn't know he was the one who took the design draft."
Leah considered her work gone now that it was with him.
"He's doing it on purpose."
She started her car as she spoke.
She couldn't come up with any other reason than Shawn being out to humiliate her by taking them
away.
Serena couldn't help lamenting, "It's just a shame about those designs."
After Shawn left the ME Boutique, he dialed a number.
"Find out what she's been up to."
Whoever was on the other line clearly knew that he was talking about Leah.
"Certainly, Mr. Ford."
That night, Leah's recent whereabouts were compiled into a file and sent to his email.
The photograph on screen pictured a smiling Leah accompanying Han to the hospital. The image
conveyed the tenderness of the moment.
"Bang!"
The screen went black.
A chilling rage was spewing from his eyes. What right did Han have to be so happy even after losing
everything?
No! He has no right!
By the time Leah returned, the dinner table was set.
Han immediately helped her with the easel. "Tired?"
"No."
This was her first time seeing Han this way. Even his helping her with her easel escaped her notice.
She was in disbelief at the sight of the table of food. "You made these?"
Han awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. I'm not sure if it's any good. I was following
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsome instructions online."
He had never done this before and believed it was a waste of time.
With nothing but time on his hands, he found satisfaction in cooking for someone he loved.
There was a twinkle in Leah's eyes. "Wow, it's your first time? It looks amazing."
She was clueless in the kitchen back when she was a child. All she managed to do was hurt herself
and ruin the meal. Charlie Parridge was less than pleased.
The thought of him left her with a bad taste in her mouth.
Han shot her a suspicious look. "You mean you weren't like this your first time?"
"No, I always ruin everything when I cook. I would be beaten whenever it happened."
That distressed Han.
"No one will ever lay a finger on you again. I'm here now."
She smiled at him and nodded.
Han was going to protect her.
He handed her a fork. "Come on, let's eat. The food's going cold."
Both had a satisfying and happy dinner.
When Leah returned to White Sands Park the next day, her spot was now occupied.
The group of burly men in suits left her with a feeling of unease.
Leah wasn't keen on picking a fight and left for another spot.
Just as she was setting up her easel, the group approached her.
"Can I help you?" She asked calmly.
"Destroy everything." The one clearly taking the lead ordered the men.
The group swarmed her, snatched her supplies out of her hands, and kicked over her easel.
She immediately got to her feet to stop them. "What are you doing?!"
Due to the disparity in strength, she was flung to the ground.