After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

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“Do you think Rebecca’s got something against me?” Sebastian grumbled, his brows still knit tight, obviously not over what just happened.

Max just kept quiet.

The answer was so freaking obvious, he didn’t even bother saying it. ‘Does anyone here actually need me to spell it out?‘ Max thought.

“I’m talking to you, Max. Seriously?” Sebastian snapped, clearly annoyed. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Max shot back.

Sebastian was left speechless.

He was so pissed he stormed out.

“This brat never says anything decent,‘ Sebastian muttered to himself.

“Your dad gets on my nerves, and now you too,” Sebastian snapped. “You two just wanna make my life miserable, don’t you?”

“Whether Rebecca likes you or not really comes down to whether you’ve actually settled the score with my mom,” Max said, ever the straight shooter–he was never one for flattery. “The Quinns always look out for their own, so it’s only natural Rebecca cares about all that went down with my mom.”

Just hearing that made Sebastian’s mood tank even further.

He shot Max a heated glare. “With that sharp tongue of yours, don’t count on ever landing yourself a wife.”

Max just stared at him, lost for words.

“Whatever, if she doesn’t want to call me, fine. I’ve got all the time in the world,” Sebastian muttered.

“The most important people always make their grand entrance last,” Max said after thinking it over for a bit. “What you really oughta be thinking about is–who’s she gonna call first, you, or Mr. Guzman?”

Sebastian paused.

His eyes darted over Max a couple of times.

‘He’s got a point!‘ Sebastian thought.

“Let’s go,” Max said casually. “Peter’s over there, and if he decides to give Oliver a hard time, even I might struggle to deal with it.”

“He wouldn’t dare!” Sebastian snapped.

For all his big talk,

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Sebastian still found himself picking up the pace toward the main hall.

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When Rebecca and Oliver arrived at the main hall, it was almost empty. The only person there was a flashy man in his fifties, lounging in a suit, looking every bit the rogue playboy.

Spotting Rebecca walking in with Oliver, his eyes sparkled with mischief.

He put down his teacup and, with a smirk, said, “Well, well, who’s this hot chick? She’s drop–dead gorgeous.”

“Please mind your words, Mr. Peter Quinn,” Oliver said with a gentle cough before introducing her. “This is Rebecca, Amelia’s daughter.“.

“So you’re my niece, huh?” Peter said, his gaze raking over Rebecca with an obvious sleazy grin. “Why are you just standing there? Come over, let your dear uncle have a good look at you.”

Rebecca didn’t budge. She just stared at him; cold and unimpressed–her gut reaction was pure dislike.

Jack had his share of swagger too, but he always seemed wild in a harmless, playful sort of way.

But Peter? He was flirty, arrogant, and flat–out scummy.

“What’s with you, girl? Acting all scared of your own family?” Peter drawled, getting up and reaching for her arm. “Heard your mom’s been out of commission for years. So, what’s the deal, she dead yet or what?”

“Trust me, by the time weeds are growing six feet high on your grave, my mom will still be alive and well,” Rebecca shot back, smoothly dodging his hand with zero hesitation.

Peter’s face twisted in annoyance. “You got a mouth on you, huh!”

Rebecca looked away, not even bothering to acknowledge him.

Oliver stepped in to defend her, keeping his tone respectful. “Mr. Peter Quinn, Rebecca is a guest of honor, personally invited by Mr. Quinn. Please think before you speak.”

“I’m not holding back today, so what are you gonna do about it?” Peter scoffed, his gaze dripping with contempt as he looked at Rebecca. “Young as you are, you don’t even know how to show respect to your elders? If Amelia won’t discipline you, I will.”

As he spoke,

he began walking toward Rebecca, closing the distance step by step.

From the way he moved, it was clear he was ready to dish out some old–school family punishment if Rebecca dared give him attitude again.

“Apologize, or I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping in here,” Peter barked, acting like he ran the show.

Rebecca heard footsteps outside; she tamped down her emotions and replied coolly, “Do as you please.”

Peter snapped. “Don’t think just ‘cause Amelia’s got your back that I won’t deal with you myself!”

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“Just try touching her–1 dare you!” Sebastian said, moving over with slow but forceful steps, his old face dead serious. “If she so much as loses a single hair while she’s here, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

Peter opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word.

Sebastian came right up to Rebecca. “Are you shaken up?”

Rebecca didn’t want to make a scene. “I’m fine.”

“Come here and apologize to Rebecca,” Sebastian snapped, fixing his second son with a harsh stare. “Acting this rude as an elder–is this really how I raised you?”

Peter wrinkled his brow. “Dad, isn’t your favoritism getting a bit out of hand?”

Sebastian’s face soured. “You’ve got the nerve to call me out for that?”

Back then, Sebastian had been pushed by Peter, his brother, and even outsiders to force Amelia to hand over her shares to them. Anyone else could accuse him of favoritism, but those two? They had absolutely no right.

“Apologize, now. Don’t make me lay down the family law,” Sebastian snapped.

“Sorry.” Peter shrugged, his tone casual and way too insincere. “Guess I got a little carried away with the jokes. Don’t take it so seriously.”

Rebecca just stared back, refusing to even dignify that with a response.

Ever since Peter had knowingly asked if her mom was dead–when he knew full well Amelia was back in Honnala–Rebecca had marked him as someone to hold a grudge against. He was officially on her blacklist.

“Since Peter’s apologized, let’s just let it slide,” Max said, stepping in to break the tension. “We’re all family here–no need to make things awkward with harsh words.”

“Sure, I’ll listen to you, Max,” Peter replied, glancing at Rebecca with that same cocky attitude. “But let’s see if you can keep talking like that once you find out why she’s really here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Max retorted.

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