Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 672: Stop Him!

Even though he kept calling and clinging on, Aurora still hung up. On this matter, she was firm—maybe even a little cold.

Everett called her every day. He didn’t say much, but at least it was some kind of connection.

"Did you film the music video today?"

"Not yet. We’re waiting for next week. Everyone’s still preparing and promoting," Aurora replied softly.

"Wait for me—I’ll be back soon," Everett said, his voice smooth and gentle. It was hard for Aurora to believe that the man who always wore a cold, stern face could sound so tender.

"Mm, no rush. Handle everything on your end first..."

"Don’t you want to see me?"

Everett let out a quiet snort. "Open the app. Let’s video chat."

Aurora’s cheeks flushed. She held her phone, frozen for a long moment, until the video call ringtone echoed from her computer.

She felt like a clueless teenager in her first relationship—awkward and uncertain. But as soon as she heard Everett’s voice, her heart settled, surprisingly calm.

It wouldn’t be long before she could see him in person. That thought made her feel warm inside.

Two days flew by.

Gianna heard that Everett had moved back into the Langston family estate. She was immediately excited—her feelings for him hadn’t died completely.

She was confident that with her tactics, Everett would eventually come back to her.

That morning, Gianna dressed in a deliberately conservative and composed style before heading to the Langston estate. Since their daughter had been granted to her ex-husband in the divorce, she still had the right to visit.

Seeing Gianna looking so polished, her daughter Ophelia frowned. "Mom, what’s with the outfit today? So proper. You’re usually way more... bold."

Gianna shot her a glare. "Watch your mouth. You’re the bold one!"

Ophelia pouted. "Since when does a mom insult her own daughter like that?"

Mr. Langston, Everett’s father, was sitting nearby reading the newspaper. He had just finished breakfast and, with no business matters to deal with, looked relaxed.

"So, where’s your brother?" Gianna asked casually.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "Wow, Mom, you sound really interested in my brother. Don’t you care whether I’m eating well or sleeping okay?"

"You’re not a toddler anymore. With how good life is in this house, like you’d ever go hungry," Gianna said with a laugh, gently reaching out to stroke her daughter’s hair.

In truth, she had never been too fond of Ophelia—after all, she was Mr. Langston’s child.

Back when she first got with the old man, it was all about money and power. Now that they were divorced, her daughter’s bratty attitude didn’t help things.

Still, she was her daughter. Even if she no longer had feelings for her ex, she couldn’t completely detach from her child.

Ophelia gave a little snort. "I heard from the maids that Everett’s flying to Country S the day after tomorrow. No idea when he’ll be back. Fine by me—he’s always got that stone-cold face on. It’s awful."

Gianna’s heart dropped. Everett was leaving Y Country? Heading back to Country S?

So he was rushing back because she had left?

Ever since Everett met Aurora, he barely came back to live in Y Country. He handled all his work through faxes and email. The assistants took care of everything.

She’d barely been gone a few days, and he was already chasing after her... That intel she got must’ve been right—they had started dating.

Panic flared in Gianna’s chest. She had to find a way to stop Everett from leaving the country.

But how?

Anxious, she hurriedly said goodbye to Ophelia and rushed back to her place, pacing around in a state of agitation.

She was drowning in a one-sided love she couldn’t escape from, and jealousy was slowly warping her.

"No matter what... I can’t let him end up with that little tramp. No way," she muttered with a twisted smile.

Gianna blew on her blue-painted nails, a glint of icy calculation flashing in her sultry eyes.

But Everett wasn’t someone easily swayed—his will was strong, and stopping him wouldn’t be simple.

So what kind of excuse could she use to make him stay longer?

Suddenly, a spark lit in her eyes. She had an idea.

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Six days passed in a blink.

Since last night, Aurora hadn’t been able to reach Everett. No texts, no calls. When she tried calling him back, the line wouldn’t connect.

She was starting to get anxious. Something didn’t feel right, but she didn’t have Tobias’s number either—there was no way to get in touch with them.

Just as her thoughts were spiraling, Jesse’s voice pulled her out of it.

"Hey sis, tomorrow’s Mom’s memorial. Are you ready to go? Got time?"

Aurora turned her head. Jesse had just gotten home. He dropped his backpack and sprawled across the couch like a starfish.

"Man, home is the best. So comfy! Sis, you should just buy this villa already."

Aurora chuckled. "Jesse, do you know how expensive this place is? It’s already worth a hundred million. Who knows how much more in five years? My plan is to make the most of it—maybe we’ll buy it for a hundred million then, and still have plenty left to spend. But by that time, it’ll probably be even more expensive."

Jesse gave her a cheeky wink. "You’re gonna be super rich, I just know it!"

Aurora didn’t want to get into it. "Yeah, I’m going tomorrow. Grandpa’s going too—we’ll meet up there."

Jesse nodded. "Sounds good."

Aurora picked up her phone again, thumbed open the screen, and stared at her chat with Everett.

Still no response.

What happened to him? Why wasn’t he picking up her calls? A creeping sense of dread stirred in her gut.

But there was too much going on right now—tomorrow was her mom’s death anniversary. She still had to review the script and keep up with vocal training.

So she decided to wait. Let him contact her first.

⸻

Meanwhile, Alexander had taken a month off from work. It had only been half that time, and he was already falling apart—holed up at home, drinking himself into oblivion. The whole place reeked of alcohol.

Peyton hadn’t come back. She fully believed Alexander was sick, and now she couldn’t distance herself fast enough. No way would she walk back into that mess.

Alexander hadn’t gone home in days. When Mrs. Lewis called, he didn’t pick up. That night, she and Kennedy went to check on him.

What they saw crushed them.

Empty beer bottles littered the floor. The place was a disaster.

Alexander, unshaven and disheveled, was passed out on the floor, a half-empty bottle in his hand, surrounded by chaos.

"Alexander, why are you sleeping on the floor? You drank all this by yourself? Wake up!" Mrs. Lewis rushed to his side with Kennedy, and together they managed to lift him onto the couch.

He mumbled something and passed out again.

In just a few days, he looked like he’d aged a decade.

"Big bro, what happened to you? Why the hell did you drink this much? Don’t tell me that bitch rejected you again," Kennedy said, slapping Alexander lightly on the cheek, frustration in his voice.

Mrs. Lewis was furious. She sat down and shook her son, and the words that came out weren’t pretty.

"That slut Aurora—she broke your heart again, didn’t she? I told you she wasn’t right for you! But no, you had to cling to her like a fool. And now look what it’s done to you... This is such a mess!"

Her voice pulled Alexander back to reality. He slowly opened his eyes, thinking he was dreaming—until he saw his mother sitting right there.

Startled, he quickly sat up.

"Mom..." Alexander groaned, frowning. The dizziness from the alcohol hit him hard—his head was pounding, and he could barely stay upright.