Chapter 301
Chapter 301
Stephen Hanson asked, “Why?”
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“I don’t trust anyone from the Hanson family,” Rebecca said bluntly, not singling him out. “The way you. talked to me on the phone made me doubt you could actually look after her.”
Stephen Hanson didn’t respond.
Rebecca added, “If I hand her over to you and something happens to her tonight, it’d be on me too.”
“I get why you don’t trust Jeffrey,” Stephen Hanson said, his tone as calm as ever. “But I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to make you question my character.”
Rebecca shot back, “You used me against Jeffrey.”
Stephen Hanson replied, “Wasn’t that just a partnership?”
Rebecca retorted, “You were the one who started it.”
Stephen Hanson admitted, “Didn’t me asking you to come back and save his life make up for it?”
“When Karen wakes up tomorrow, I’ll tell her you came by,” Rebecca replied, holding her ground. “But there’s no way I’m letting you take her tonight.”
“If I said Karen and I were seeing each other, would that change things?” Stephen asked out of nowhere.
Rebecca blinked, thrown off by his question. ‘Is he for real right now?‘
Stephen quickly put his mask back on. “Forget it. She gets anxious in the dark, so could you keep a bedside lamp on for her?”
Rebecca agreed firmly. “Alright.”
Stephen thanked her and headed downstairs.
He didn’t leave right away. After getting into the car, he gazed out the window at the mansion–almost more like a castle than a house–his eyes slowly growing darker.
“Drive up a bit,” he told the driver.
The driver did as he was told.
Once the car stopped, Stephen rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and let his arm hang outside. Smoke curled around him, shrouding his face in shadow.
Stephen grabbed his phone, pulled up Karen’s chat window, and shot her a text: [Did you seriously pass out, or is this just an act?]
Karen saw the notification right away.
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She hesitated, not opening the chat.
If she did, Stephen would know–he’d see the ‘typing…‘ indicator pop up.
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Stephen fired off another message: [You know I hate being lied to. Think carefully–when have you ever gotten away with it?]
His text sank into silence–absolutely no reply. ‘Guess I’m being ignored again, Stephen thought with a wry smirk.
Just as Stephen was about to poke Karen with one last message–just to see if she’d bite–Gregory showed up outside his window, flashing that perfect, all–business smile. “Mr. Stephen Hanson, Mr. Hanson wishes to see you.”
Stephen froze, cigarette halfway to his mouth. “Jeffrey?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gregory nodded. “That’s right.”
Stephen’s gaze sharpened, a shadow passing through his eyes.
‘Man, Jeffrey really can’t let go of Rebecca. Even now, post–divorce, he’s still clinging to any chance to look out for her. Stephen wasn’t sure if that made him a die–hard romantic or just a guy too weak to hold onto the woman he loves,‘ Stephen mused, a hint of scorn and pity flickering in his eyes.
“Where is he?” Stephen crushed out his cigarette.
Gregory replied, “At your house.”
Stephen shot him a sideways glance.
Gregory repeated, “Mr. Hanson is waiting for you at your house.”
“Got it,” Stephen said, a sharper edge glinting behind his glasses. As the window rolled up, the driver started the engine and headed out.
Gregory kept his own boss, Jeffrey, posted in real time about what was happening, while Jeffrey waited back at Stephen’s place for him to return.
Rebecca was completely out of the loop about all this.
After watching Stephen leave, Rebecca didn’t go straight to Karen’s room. She was still wary, half–expecting him to double back unexpectedly.
“Stephen’s left,” Mark reported in as he came back from his stakeout. “Just before he drove off, someone stopped by his car window for a bit, but I was too far away–couldn’t see who it was or catch what they were saying.”
Rebecca felt a bit more at ease. “Got it.”
She stood up and headed upstairs. Just to be safe, she asked Victor to lock the front door. After making sure everything was secure, she went up to see Karen and told her, “Crisis averted for tonight. You can finally go to
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sleep without worrying.
“Rebecca…” Karen hesitated, unable to keep it a secret any longer.
Rebecca looked at her. “What’s wrong?”
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Karen took a slow breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “The truth is.. Stephen’s been keeping me as his
mistress.”
Rebecca’s expression didn’t really change. Instead, she asked, “Why do you say that?”
“He gives me a monthly allowance,” Karen replied, her voice calm but a little empty. “The deal is, I have to act like the sweet, meek and gentle type he likes, and just do whatever he says.” She didn’t spell it out, but both of them knew exactly what was going on.
Rebecca thought for a moment, then asked, “How much does he give you?”
Karen was honest. “Thirty grand.”
Rebecca couldn’t help herself. “That’s it? Man, he’s stingy.”
Karen paused, not sure how to respond.
All that secret shame she’d been carrying around seemed to vanish in an instant.
“He’s not the president of the Hanson Group or anything, but he’s got shares in it, plus a couple businesses under his belt,” Rebecca said, knowing a thing or two about his status. “Thirty grand a month? For a guy like him, that’s peanuts.”
“He sometimes gives me gifts when he’s in a good mood,” Karen admitted.
Rebecca gave her a searching look, studying her carefully.
Even as Rebecca studied her, Karen found the look in her eyes oddly endearing–almost cute, in its own way.
“This isn’t about the gifts,” Rebecca said gently, realizing Karen had fallen into a mindset Stephen had subtly pressed onto her. “With your looks and skill, you could easily be pulling in thirty grand a month just by acting.”
Karen replied quietly, “Yeah.”
The shows that ended up shelved were all big–name productions, and sure, her parts were all side characters or villains, but still–those were solid gigs. If the company had gotten to air them all like they planned, she’d be stepping into the b–list scene by now.
Rebecca helped her sort things out. “So Stephen made sure every single drama you filmed got buried?”
Karen nodded. “Yeah.”
Rebecca mulled it over and took a wild guess. “He won’t let you go out for new gigs, right? Just wants you to act like his perfect little angel at home?”
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She looked surprised Rebecca nailed it.
“At best, he’s a scumbag–a control freak who dodges all responsibility,” Rebecca cut right to the chase, refusing to fall for Stephen’s tricks. “At worst, he’s a cheapskate running his own twisted game–selfish, manipulative, and always has to call the shots.
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