Chapter 7
“Damn, who the hell is this girl? She doesn’t even blink at the founder of Dawson Group!“}}
“This is Georgia, for god’s sake. No matter how powerful she is, a dragon can’t crush a local snake!”
“Exactly. If President Dawson really shows up later, this won’t end so easily.“”
As the figurehead of the Dawson family, Dylan seethed with rage.
“Lilah, I don’t care who’s behind you. The Dawson family will never let you off!”
I lifted a hand and waved him off with an indifferent smile.
“President Dawson, you’ve got it all wrong.”
“The real question isn’t whether the Dawson family will let me off-”
“It’s whether I’m willing to let you off.”
The moment those words left my mouth, Madelaine, his most loyal bootlicker, sprang up like a rabid dog.
“You little bitch, it’s bad enough you dared to shove me, but now you insult President Dawson? I’d love to see who exactly is backing you!” Faced with all their threats, I simply curved my lips into a calm smile.
“Secretary Madelaine, do you really believe it was just coincidence that I could have the plane turn around?”
“All these years as a secretary, and you still haven’t learned to read the situation?”
As the minutes passed, the terminal swelled with curious onlookers.!!
People began raising their phones to snap pictures, while even the airport staff looked dumbstruck.
“Good lord, what a spectacle. So many big names all in one place.”
“You’re telling me. Any one of them could shake the capital itself. This is unreal.”
*This trip was w
worth every penny. When else could we watch this many billionaires up close?”
Just then, a refined–looking middle–aged man hurried toward me, breathless.
“Miss Laurel, I’m so sorry you were put through this.
Seeing the scene before him, Zion’s face turned pale with dread.
“Miss Laurel, I hope I’m not too late?”
I glanced down at the time and let out a soft laugh.8
“Uncle Zion, if you’d been even a minute later, Georgia’s richest man might have been replaced.”
Cold sweat broke out across Zion’s forehead in an instant.
Then, a sharp slap cracked through the terminal, leaving five vivid red fingerprints across Dylan’s cheek.R
“You fool! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Get over here and apologize to Miss Laurel right now!” Dylan stood frozen, stunned by the blow, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Dad, have you lost your mind? Why are you hitting me?”
“She’s the one who insulted you and humiliated our family. Why am I the one being scolded?”
Watching this unfold, the anger burning in my chest eased, if only a little.l
But it still wasn’t enough. The Dawson family owed me an explanation.
Zion glared furiously at his son and, with another sharp backhanded slap, roared. “You’ve got the nerve to ask why?”
“When Miss Laurel speaks, who do you think you are to interrupt?”
It had to be said, compared to his son, the founder of Dawson Group knew how to handle things with far more composure.
Zion’s voice was steady and resolute, yet Dylan’s mind remained a complete haze.
He simply couldn’t fathom why his father was losing control over an outsider.
But few truly understood the truth. And Zion happened to be one of the very few who did.
“Uncle Zion, that woman clearly looked down on the Dawson family. President Dawson was only trying to defend your reputation. Why go so far over this?“!
5:16 AM
