Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 67

Laura’s P.O.V.

“Bright?”

My breath hitched.

He stood there, rigid, the fury on his face unmistakable. His jaw clenched, fingers curled into tight fists at his sides. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another week. So why was he here?

My stomach twisted as realization struck—he saw the news.

“Pardon my offense, Mr. Bright. It was all in the past. I have changed.

Now, I am trying …”

Leo boasted about his revolution, calling it his redemption, but Bright didn’t trust his words.

“Drop your act, Leo. I have known you since college. A dog’s tail can be straightened but not you.

You will never change!”

As this conversation crossed the boundary of manners, I chimed in as a moderator.

“Leo is right, Bright. Melody plotted against me and got punished. Leo is striving his best to pay for his criminal negligence.

Shouldn’t we be more compassionate?”

Forcing a warm smile, I spoke gently.

“If someone realizes their mistakes and attempts to repent, we should give him a chance after his painstaking efforts, Bright.

That’s how life goes on beautifully. It’s good to be more flexible.”

I averted my face towards Bright, tricking Leo, and got an immediate result. From the corners of my eyes, I witnessed Leo’s venomous smirk, he mocked Bright by raising his brow.

The vein pulsating on Bright’s forehead gave away his restraint as he formally bid farewell to that sly fox, maintaining his composure. If I were in his place, I would have shown my middle finger to Leo, but Bright’s maturity level was exemplary.

Keeping his anger in check, his voice was devoid of emotions when he voiced his concerns back in my office.

“It’s not my place to comment on your personal matters.

But please, Laura!

Don’t trust Leo again. He hasn’t changed a bit.”

Bright’s special quality to keep calm despite fury deeply moved my heart. I praised him.

“You can interfere in my personal matters, Mr. Gentleman. I won’t mind.”

Biting my lips with a mischievous grin, I teased Bright, but he rolled his eyes at me.

“Oh, really?

Then what was with that honey-sweet voice and addressing him as Leo, not Mr. Leo?”

What?

I hadn’t arranged a proper presser, but the media exposure was mind-blowing. My company got remarkable limelight without spending a single penny.

On the other hand, Leo considered this live stream from my office more intimate, he was all smiles.

“It’s way better than facing nosy journalists, guests, and days of planning for the press conference. It’s indeed a tiring task to be at a formal event.

Look, just a cell phone on a stand, and we all are set here. No doubt, you have taken a great initiative to save time to maximize players’ performance.”

“Of course, players should be spared from media hype.” I agreed with him, “They must focus on their game only. It’s their agency’s responsibility to manage a schedule for them.”

Our amiable conversation proceeded with current affairs, discussing upcoming events, Leo mentioned the auction ceremony next weekend.

“Are you going to the charitable auction on Saturday, Miss Laura?”

I had received the invitation, but I wasn’t feeling like going, so I responded to him honestly.

“It depends on my spare time, Leo. You are aware of my company’s workload.”

As Leo was actively participating in public service events, he began to lecture me about the significance of such gatherings.

“You can ignore other parties, but this auction?” Leo leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur, almost conspiratorial. “This one is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Miss Laura.”

Something flickered in his gaze—not invitation, but challenge.

I smiled back, neutral yet unyielding. “I’ll see if I have time.”