Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 140

Rosalind!? How could it be that girl?!

Sean stumbled back in disbelief, nearly falling over. If the bodyguards hadn't been holding him, he would have collapsed on the spot.

The person Mr. Bright had dropped everything with The Guild of Pax to see was Rosalind!?

How was that possible!?

Sean was dragged away a few feet before his senses returned. It was impossible to rush back in now. Besides, he hadn't been mistaken. That was definitely Rosalind. And sitting next to her was that homeless kid his mother had taken in.

But how could that girl possibly know Mr. Bright?

Sean wracked his brain until a thought finally struck him.

"The livestream!" he muttered to himself. "Rachel mentioned Megan was making that girl do livestreams!"

Seizing on the idea, Sean tried to call Rosalind, only to realize he had long since deleted her number.

He cursed and punched his own thigh. "I'll call Megan!"

Without a second thought, he dialed her number, only to find he'd been blocked.

Frantic as an ant on a hot pan, Sean's eyes darted around, and he decided to contact the Zades.

Mrs. Zade was in a foul mood. "That's right, some big shot saw the stream and wants to invest in Rosalind. What's it to you?!"

Click!

Mrs. Zade hung up on him.

But Sean just smiled. "So that's how it is."

He'd heard stories about rich bosses who liked to sponsor female streamers, often with private arrangements.

Sean's eyes narrowed. "Why didn't I think of it sooner? That face of hers could actually be useful for something!"

"Not while I, Fitch, am here! If anyone even thinks about it, I'll drive them into bankruptcy!"

Fitch didn't know that Rosalind had been raised by the Yates family. Not that it would have changed his reaction.

"Homp Group was built for the boss to play with in the first place! These people in Sol must have a death wish!"

The Obsidian Network had been around for years. When it started, these upstarts were probably still playing in the mud.

Fitch couldn't fathom it. "Where does he get the nerve?!"

Yves didn't know how to explain the complicated history.

"Harm me?" Rosalind smiled, propping her chin on one hand. "That would be perfect. It would give me an excuse to ruin him, and Grandma wouldn't have to be so heartbroken."

As she spoke, she toyed with a matchbox. Though she was only eighteen or nineteen, the chilling ruthlessness in her eyes felt bone-deep.