Chapter 8 Old Lovers Meet, and Sparks Fly

MacIntyre gazed at his old home, flooded with memories. Enos, standing beside him, smiled thoughtfully and followed him. “Mr. MacIntyre, you are a benefactor to my family. Your matters are my matters. If you want to take revenge on Marissa, I can help. After all, a woman understands a woman best.” “She won’t escape. I have plenty of time.” MacIntyre wasn’t in a hurry. To him, the sisters were already in his grasp, and he could make them kneel before him whenever he wanted. Enos’s smile widened, and her eyes gleamed with disdain. She had always been compared to Marissa, both of them equally beautiful, which was a painful blow to Enos’s vanity. But things had changed. No matter how beautiful or business-savvy Marissa was, she had offended someone as powerful as MacIntyre. Her downfall was inevitable. Witnessing the imminent collapse of a business giant and her own rise to prominence was a thrill not everyone could experience. Looking at MacIntyre, Enos set herself a goal: from now on, she would protect him. As long as he was around, she would always be the strongest. “Mr. MacIntyre, are you satisfied with this place? If you need anything, just let me know, and I’ll have it arranged immediately.” MacIntyre glanced at her, suspicion creeping into his mind. Such a beautiful woman, paying so much attention to me on our first meeting—is she up to something? Better not get too close, given how those sisters have already hurt me. “Thanks, but I like to handle things myself.” “Of course.” Enos, ever perceptive, responded with a smile. After MacIntyre had inspected the place thoroughly, she spoke again. “The meal is ready. Please follow me.” “You mentioned food, and now I’m hungry.” MacIntyre rubbed his stomach, imagining a delicious feast. Soon, they arrived at the largest luxury import mall in Starburg City. “Why did you bring me here?” “Don’t misunderstand. You’re a benefactor to my family, and... your clothes...” MacIntyre glanced at his worn-out prison clothes. No wonder people didn’t believe him and treated him poorly. “Good idea. I should start fresh. Miss Enos, I’ll need your help.” “Of course. I’ll make sure you’re completely transformed.” Enos was pleased. This was her chance to get closer to MacIntyre. As Enos was about to select some clothes, she frowned. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. Please wait here.” MacIntyre agreed. While she was gone, a display of high-end clothes caught his eye. “Sir, you have a good eye. This is this year’s new collection. Would you like to try it on?” A tall, well-dressed female attendant smiled, showing no disdain for MacIntyre’s appearance. “No, it doesn’t suit me.” MacIntyre was about to leave when he froze. “You... Are you Lucy?” Lucy had been a childhood friend, someone he played with often. She was beautiful, had a good personality, and liked MacIntyre a lot. Lucy looked puzzled for a moment, then gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh my God, MacIntyre? Weren’t you arrested for soliciting prostitutes? I heard you became a vegetable after your father died. How are you here?” MacIntyre clenched his teeth. Damn Marissa had ruined his reputation. “I go where I want. None of your business!” “Disgusting man, you have no shame!” At that moment, more people came out of the store. Lucy, arms crossed, introduced him angrily. “He’s MacIntyre, the son of the Gomez estate owner. He had a bright future but turned out to be a lustful wretch.” “I heard his dad died of anger because of his whoring, and he became a vegetable. Thought justice was served, but here he is, up to no good again. Makes me sick!” MacIntyre was used to such scorn. He sneered. “Quite a story you’ve concocted.” “Concocted? You’re shameless. I can’t believe I once liked you.” “Not only then, but now you’re even blinder. Maybe you should get your ears checked too.” MacIntyre’s cynical tone convinced the onlookers that Lucy was telling the truth, making him out to be a scumbag. “Enough talk. You’re not welcome here. Don’t ruin my business.” Lucy shoved MacIntyre, swearing under her breath. A younger girl tugged at Lucy’s sleeve. “Isn’t this a bit much? So many people are watching.” Lucy glared at her. “Mind your business.” “I just think we shouldn’t discriminate against customers. You taught me that.” “What do you know? He’s not even human!” Lucy snapped at Angie, the new girl, who was scared. She was just an intern and didn’t want trouble. “Get lost! Or I’ll call the cops. Who knows if you’re here to steal?” MacIntyre chuckled. “You’ve certainly changed. More shameless. Even if I were to steal, it wouldn’t be from your store.” Lucy, proud, retorted, “This store is mine! I don’t want you here!” “Oh, no wonder it smells so bad. Not open yet? Better close it. No one will come.” “You’re dead!” As their argument heated, Enos returned. She hadn’t intended to intervene, but seeing Lucy’s aggression, she saw an opportunity. “How strange. Such a high-end place with such a rude attendant. Do you want to get fired?” Lucy, not recognizing Enos but noting her elegance and expensive attire, quickly apologized. “You’re mistaken. I know him; he’s a scoundrel. I’ll get rid of him.” She kicked MacIntyre. “Get out! Don’t ruin my business. This place is for rich people. Go back to the gutter!” Before MacIntyre could respond, he felt a soft touch in his palm. Enos was holding his hand tightly. “Who are you calling a scoundrel?” “Blind fool! Insulting my husband. I could shut down this whole mall. You belong in the gutter!” Her words silenced everyone, especially MacIntyre, who was stunned.