Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 173

Serena pouted, shooting a glare in the direction Chester and Celestine had gone. "Come on, Chester, Celestine is way out of line! I bet something's going on between her and that guy from The Prescott Group. Honestly, you should gather proof she's cheating and kick her out with nothing—"

"Enough!" Chester's jaw clenched, a vein throbbing at his temple.

Anyone close to him knew that was a sign he was on the verge of losing his temper.

But Serena had bottled up her frustration lately, and now that she finally had an outlet, her complaints just kept coming. "What's your deal, Chester? Are you taking her side over mine now? Am I not your sister anymore? You'd rather help her than me?"

"Serena, watch your mouth. And keep your friends in check too." Chester took a deep breath, his tone icy. "If this happens again, I'll cut you off for the next ten years. Not a dime."

Serena stared at him in disbelief. "Chester!"

But the cold, warning glare he shot her made her fall silent instantly.

She didn't dare say another word.

Elena, who'd barely spoken since Chester arrived, shrank further into herself, clutching her thousand-dollar designer cane and doing her best to become invisible.

At the elevator, Celestine refused the gift bag Gideon offered her. "Mr. Prescott, it's just a little something I picked out for you. Nothing extravagant, but I hope you'll accept it."

"Oh?" Gideon's lips curled into a smirk. "So, being Miss Selwyn's lover comes with perks now?"

Celestine's heart sank. She was already sick of hearing that word.

She couldn't believe he was actually making a joke out of it. Didn't he find it insulting?

She couldn't figure out how his mind worked. With a weary sigh, she tried to explain, "It's not like that. I just wanted to thank you for all your help lately. And about tonight—please don't take it to heart. Honestly, just treat them all like they're out of their minds."

Gideon nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I'll remember that last part."

As for the rest, he'd reserve judgment.

He restrained himself from opening the beautifully wrapped gift box in front of her. Instead, he drove back to his hotel, pushing the speed limit—three times faster than he had on the way there, despite rush hour traffic.

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