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Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 134

The New Year festivities hadn’t even wound down, and Daniel looked like someone owed him eighty million dollars—stormy-faced, every single day.

His assistant didn’t understand it, but he sure wasn’t about to ask. If he wouldn’t risk it, someone else always would.

Finley wandered near the Campbell Group building, bored, and decided to drop in on Daniel. He didn’t even bother with small talk.

“Hey, Daniel. About the other day—when you went looking for your wife, what did she say? And who was that guy with her?”

Daniel was finishing the last stroke of his signature, the pen’s line sharp and aggressive, like a dagger.

“It was nothing. Just a misunderstanding.”

Finley took a sip of his coffee, smacked his lips, and said, “Misunderstanding, huh? Well, the local gossip forums have dissected that photo a thousand times over. Some folks are even writing fanfiction about you two. Impressive, really—one picture and they’ve got a whole novel cooked up.”

Daniel pressed down too hard; the pen tore straight through the paper. He tossed it aside and looked up, eyes cold. “What fanfiction? Show me.”

Finley, never the brightest, actually pulled it up for him. Daniel skimmed the screen, face growing darker with every line.

It was as if the imaginary debt had just leapt from eighty to a hundred million.

He threw the phone onto the table with a snap. “Some people clearly have too much free time.” Who in their right mind wasted time on this nonsense?

Finley mourned his brand new phone, picking it up and inspecting it anxiously. “Seriously. If they’ve got that much spare time, they should get a real job—build something, fix something.”

Daniel had been seething for days, unable to shake off the suffocating anger in his chest. Now it felt as if someone had tossed a match into a gas tank—rage flared, threatening to explode.

“Can we find out who started this?”

“It’s tough—just a photo of someone’s hand…”

As Finley spoke, he zoomed in on the screenshot and stared at it for a moment. The longer he looked, the stranger it seemed. “Wait a second. That mole on the middle finger—it looks awfully familiar.”

“‘Drag in?’” Daniel repeated, his tone even colder. He reached out with his gloved hand and tapped her cheek through the ropes. “You’re reading too much into it, Mrs. Campbell. Just a friendly match between brothers. Nothing to do with you.”

With that, he stood up, put on his gloves, and signaled to Charles.

Charles gave Amelia a quick, reassuring smile, but before it could fully register, Daniel’s black glove was already swinging at him.

Smile at her, will you? Not on his watch.

Finley clutched his head with both hands, on the verge of a meltdown. Wasn’t Amelia supposed to talk some sense into them? How had things only gotten worse?

Amelia’s gaze followed the two men’s movements. She asked Finley quietly, “Who’s the better fighter?”

“Daniel, I guess… But Charles isn’t bad either. Both could wipe the floor with me.”

Amelia stayed calm and said nothing. If Charles started winning, she wasn’t about to step in. If Daniel insisted on making trouble, maybe he deserved to get knocked around a little.

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