Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 542

When Timothy saw me and Noah flipping him off, he was so incensed that he actually laughed. He was furious that he wanted to grab a gun and put a bullet in each of us, just enough to leave us crippled.

He wanted to make sure we understood exactly what it meant to mess with someone like him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that under his current identity.

This was exactly why he had rathered fake his death and wanted to live a free, unfettered life. His identity as a Hardwell came with too many restrictions.

If Timothy was still the boss of that criminal organization, anyone who dared provoke him would've been forced to their knees. They would've suffered whatever painful punishment he could think of.

Meanwhile, William just stood there and smiled indulgently at Noah's and my antics. Redwood was his turf, after all. So, we didn't need to fear Timothy. And with the way things had developed, his attitude would've still been the same even if we weren't in Redwood.

After all, William, Noah, and I were already in a fight to the death with Timothy. Given this, not only was there nothing left for us to fear, but there was also no need for us to act with restraint. If we could anger Timothy to the point of losing control, then great!

So, not only did William not scold us, but he even looked supportive of our actions. His expression even said we were free to do as we wished.

When Timothy saw this, he practically choked with rage. He couldn't believe it.

He had only been with the criminal organization for a couple of years. But why did it feel like the world had turned upside down in that time? Since when did everyone become so brazen?

William didn't even glance at the seething Timothy. His eyes were full of warmth as he focused solely on me and Noah. When he saw me walking toward him, he immediately reached out to help me into the car.

William was already unbelievably handsome. But he looked even more breathtaking under the dim streetlights. His chivalrous gesture made him seem like a prince who had stepped out of a beautiful medieval oil painting.

Grace was overcome with jealousy as she watched the scene. She just couldn't understand why I kept getting all the good things and good men in this life.

She had hoped this would make Timothy trust and depend on her more, so her plans could move forward more smoothly. Who could've guessed that none of the intel she had gathered would be useful? What was worse was that even the most basic facts were wrong.

Grace hadn't wanted to admit that she had been deceived—that the young woman she had met wasn't the young Charter heiress at all.

But after conversing with Mr. Charter earlier, she had no choice but to face the truth. The young woman she had met really wasn't the young Ms. Charter.

Grace had been conned. She had spent at least ten million to win over that impostor. She scowled at this thought.

To someone of Grace's status, ten million wasn't a big deal. What truly made her blood boil and her expression sour was that she had actually been played.