The Marvelous Elijah's Return novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 

Manipulative and Deceptive

Looking at the worry in his men’s expressions, Elijah felt a bit dumbfounded that they were staring at him like that, and he rubbed a hand across his face tiredly and mumbled, “What is it? 

Well… you just knock the shit outta some dude,” Ryan said hesitantly, eyeing the others to back him up. 

“How did you guys know about that?” Elijah frowned, glancing between the four of them. 

Slowly, Ryan looked over at James, raising his brows with a curious look plastered across his face, making James sigh before facing Elijah. 

“The clip is all over the internet.” He said calmly. “And we are confused because there’s no extra information about what led to the punch.” 

“Well, he insulted my mother, calling me a son of a bitch… My mom is no, bitch.” Elijah snapped, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger, feeling his breathing quicken with rage. Staring in disbelief, Matt muttered beneath his breath, “Shit, he had that one coming and deserved it… Well, more than a punch.” 

The room was quiet for a moment as Elijah walked over to the couch, dropped onto it, and leaned against the backrest with a clenched jaw. Then he looked over at Ryan and said, “We might have our hands full with a lawsuit.” “I knew it,” Ryan murmured, putting his hand in his pocket. “But I need a clear understanding of what exactly happened, boss.” 

Frowning, Elijah sighed and then sat up straight with a serious expression as he let out,” Melina was at the hospital when Peach and I got to Miss Grace’s hospital room, and she and Peach got into serious shit. Peach slapped her in the face-” 

“Damn!! Peach did what?!” Matt cursed under his breath with wide eyes before realizing that everyone was glaring at him. “Sorry, boss. Please, go on.” 

It took a moment for Elijah to respond as he tried to recall what happened next, and then he said, “I guess Melina didn’t like our little encounter, and when we got outside the hospital parking lot, a bunch of reporters blocked our way and surrounded us…” 

“Your ex-wife sounds like a piece of work,” James grumbled, his jaw tensing. 

Looking over at his butler, Elijah nodded with a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes tiredly and mumbled, “Yeah, well…. she really is.” 

Another tense moment of silence passed and then he added, “Melina cooked up this sick narrative that I was cheating on her with Peach and informed the reporters about it.” 

“What the hell!?” Ryan exploded angrily with fury in his hazel eyes, staring at Elijah with shock as he said, “She’s insane. We just met Peach!” “Well, Melina has a lot of media power, and that’s why she can spin things the way she wants, 

“That’s one lunatic… no, she’s a witch… And we can’t let her continue her lies. This is too 

dangerous for us to let go.” James replied as he stared in disbelief. 

A sigh escaped Elijah’s lips as he lowered his head a little, thinking about the situation carefully. 

Then he spoke up, saying calm, “I know. That’s why I need you guys, Ryan, and Rookie to dig into Melina. There’s no way to clear Peach and my reputation without finding out the true reason she divorced me…” 

For a moment, Elijah held back his tongue, sinking into his thoughts for a few seconds, and then he said, “I know why she did, but no one is going to trust my words without solid proof, and if I know Melina, she loves good wine and wealthy men. And that’s all I need to get her to open up!” 

A look of confusion crossed all four of their faces as they gaze at their boss curiously, before looking at each other with nervous eyes. 

The bedroom was silent as Miss Grace sat on the couch, watching her daughter on the bed, hugging the pillow as she sobbed uncontrollably. 

Although she wanted to give her space and time to calm down, it had been a couple of minutes and Peach was still crying, and even after waiting for a couple more, her daughter was still sniffing aggressively. Slowly, Miss Grace got up from the couch and approached the bed, sitting beside her weeping child. “Peach,” She whispered gently, touching her shoulder to try and wake her up. “This is why I want nothing to do with them, mama… how long do I have to take all this misery? Why can’t it just get better?!” Peach cried loudly, clutching the pillow tightly while shaking her head. “It’s been years, mama, and these people are still getting away with hurting 

us.”