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Chapter 1582

Years had passed, yet had Beal’s conscience not stirred with remorse?

And what of Selina? Was she oblivious to her father’s actions, or was she implicated as well?

These contemplations cast a frosty glint in Lyndon’s eyes.

Any threat to Rosalynn was a threat to him.

Interrupted by the rumble of his own hunger, Lyndon was jolted back to the present, meeting Rosalynn’s gaze. “Feeling hungry? Should | grab something for you to eat?” she asked with a smile. ANGELA‘sLIBRARYProperty © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, thank you,” Lyndon replied softly.

“My hunger is there, but my mind is elsewhere, and my appetite has waned. Just stay and chat.” Rosalynn understood and simply offered him a glass of water.

In the Moreno family’s house.

Selina discreetly ushered her father aside.

“What's the latest, dad?” she inquired anxiously.

Beal reassured her with a comforting pat.

“All is well. The police have attributed it to Darrion’s drunkenness. It was a mere traffic accident.” Relieved by the news, Selina exhaled deeply.

“That's the most favorable outcome.”

Beal gazed at her, querying, “What's our next move? Rosalynn’s presence is a lurking threat, isn’t it?”

Selina, peering into the horizon, replied, “Indeed, but for now, we must stay level-headed to evade their attention. Besides, Rosalynn’s employment here, coupled with the museum's expansion, provides enough opportunity for an... unfortunate accident, wouldn't you agree?”

Her voice carried a somber tone, her eyes shimmering with a frosty gleam.

Beal's expression brightened as he commended, “Clever as always, my dear daughter.”

With a frosty twist to her lips, Selina demanded, “I need you to orchestrate a swap of the test results flawlessly. Any slip-up, and it's game over.”

Beal affirmed with a nod. “Rest assured, I’ve taken care of it.”

With that, Selina gestured for him to attend to his duties.