MainNovelWhen the gatekeeper cto report, Lincoln's temper flared. "Who does Jules think he is? Just stroll in here
whenever he wants? When he let his people push my daughter around, did he ever think the Stewart Estate
would slam its doors in his face one day?"
Still fuming, Lincoln barked, "Go tell him to get lost. | don't want to see him anywhere near here. And those gifts
he brought? Let him haul them right back out. The Stewart family doesn't need his handouts."
The gatekeeper hurried off.
At the gate, he relayed Lincoln's message to Jules, adding a bit of spice for good measure. "Mr. Jules, my master
blames you for siding with the wrong people and letting his daughter get bullied. He says the Stewart Estate is
closed to you for good. And those gifts? He doesn't want them. You'd better just leave."
Jules scoffed, just as stubborn. "Who cares about getting into the Stewart Estate? Tell him | brought these gifts
for my son. He can't stopfrom taking my own kid home, can he?"
The gatekeeper was left dumbfounded.
He ran back inside, this theading straight for Morris. "Mr. Morris, Mr. Vincent says he's here for you. He wants
to bring you home."
But Morris didn't seem to hear him; he just stared blankly up the stairs, those usually enchanting eyes now
streaked with red.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLincoln was fit to burst, slamming his hand on the table. "That old fox Jules-what a piece of work. When Nathan
and Nathalie were on his turf, he just let his cronies walk all over them. Now that they've left the Vincent
Corporation, he suddenly wants to play the doting father? Who does he think he's fooling?"
He turned to Morris, voice tense. "Nathan, don't you dare go back. Leaving now would be letting him off way too
easy."
Morris kept his gaze on the upper landing, his voice barely above a whisper. "Lincoln, I'm afraid | have to go."
Lincoln shot up and stormed outside. "If you're going, at least make Jules sweat for it. Otherwise, he'll never
appreciate this son who just fell into his lap."
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"Jules, how do you have the nerve to show up here? Aren't you ashamed?"
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Lincoln's face reddened in anger. "So now you remember she was wronged? You always show up after the fact,
don't you? | don't know what happened while | was laid up, but you've turned into a world-class two-face. If |
didn't know better, I'd call you a chameleon."
Jules offered a bottle of water. "Are you done yelling? You sound thirsty. Here, have a drink."
Lincoln rolled his eyes and tossed the bottle aside. "Who needs your water? You always took Mick's side over my
daughter. We're done, Jules."
Jules fell quiet, his usual smirk gone. "You're right, | owe your niece an apology. But Lincoln, could you at least
hearout?"
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