CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: DEAR LITTLE SISTER

June Yardley was extremely angry, but after being reprimanded by Landon Sutton once, she still felt a bit intimidated.

"Fine, Shannon Quinn, just wait. How long do you think Landon Sutton will fancy you? Now you’re just showing off under his protection. Once he finds a new prey, how long do you think you can stay arrogant? I’ll let you taste what it means to wish you were dead!"

Shannon Quinn only smiled without saying a word. In truth, she was somewhat scared inside, especially after knowing she was pregnant. She was even more reluctant to stir up these troubles.

Listening to June keep mentioning Landon Sutton, saying he’d stand up for her. When did he ever do that? It was already good enough that he wasn’t giving her a hard time.

These two sisters were both not to be underestimated—one was well-endowed but brainless and willful, the other was underhanded and unscrupulous.

Shannon wasn’t sure if June had some kind of grudge against Landon Sutton, but she didn’t want to get involved in this messy business. Right now, she just wanted to give birth safely and keep the peace.

After a day of busyness at the studio, Vincent Rhodes, the heartless one, hadn’t even sent her a text to explain why he left so abruptly yesterday.

She really was mindless, knowing what kind of person he was, yet still waiting all day for his message.

Thinking there were no cats at home, she felt uncomfortable going back to an empty place. So she simply stayed at the studio, worked overtime until after nine, then packed up to leave.

People do become greedy after having had things. Before Vincent appeared, she lived alone for two years and never felt uneasy. Now she actually feared being alone.

She just hoped the child in her womb would be born soon so she would at least have someone to keep her company.

At this hour, there were not many cars on the road. She was somewhat nervous while driving, her entire attention focused on the road ahead.

When she was close to her residence, she noticed that a car seemed to have been following her. Probably just coincidentally on the same route, she thought, not paying it further mind.

As she drove into the garage, that car followed her in.

She parked at her regular spot, while that car parked in the empty spot beside her.

When Shannon got out of the car, she bent to grab her bag and folder from inside, glancing at the car next to hers. She saw a man in casual sportswear emerging from the driver’s seat.

After just a quick look, she hastily walked toward the elevator.

"Don’t recognize me already?"

In the vast empty parking lot, the voice penetrated strongly, echoing with a resonance. At this moment, within her visible range, there were only the two of them. Shannon could confirm the man was speaking to her.

She stopped, eyeing the man with suspicion and wariness, squinting to scrutinize closely.

Upon recognizing who it was, she instinctively stepped back, gripping her car keys tightly.

"Dear sister, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?" Jett Quinn grinned mischievously at Shannon, walking to her car and touching the body, "This is a nice car."

He was practically Shannon’s childhood nightmare.

Jett Quinn was a typical child brought up in indulgence. Perhaps he never truly grew up, acting without regard for consequences, seeking momentary pleasure, and using cruel methods.

He and June were of the same breed, willing to resort to any means to achieve their goals. However, his behavior was different from June’s.

June was more inclined to use her wits, whereas he would directly use his fists.

"Sister, I heard from mom that you married a wealthy man. Are you living comfortably?"

Shannon didn’t dare utter sarcastic remarks to him, only asking, "...Why are you here?"

Her trembling voice revealed her fear.

Jett smiled, stepping close to her as Shannon retreated a few steps, watching him warily.

"Brother came to show some concern for his sister. Come on, take me upstairs for a visit."

"Not convenient."

"Why? Husband at home? I’m your brother, what’s there to hide? Let me see my brother-in-law too."

Jett said while tugging Shannon by the arm towards the elevator.

"Which floor?"

Shannon gulped, particularly afraid that telling him would lead to him frequently disturbing her afterward.

Why couldn’t he have died abroad?

"Brother’s talking to you," Jett sneered as he leaned closer to Shannon’s ear.

Shannon frowned with disgust, turning her head away, reaching out to press the floor button.

"Having money is nice, huh? See how they’ve raised you, looking all proper. It’s just a pity, I heard you married a cripple."

Shannon didn’t respond, and Jett continued his provocation, "To think, for a bit of money, you’d really have no qualms about marrying just anyone."

Apparently, he was unaware of the deeds his parents had done. But it made sense—one doesn’t readily confess their dirty deeds to their children.

When they reached the floor, Shannon discreetly reached into her bag, feeling the canister of pepper spray she initially prepared for Landon Sutton.

"Lead the way, why are you standing there?"

Shannon bit her lip as she quietly retracted her hand, taking nothing out.

She had weighed the situation in her mind—perhaps she could avoid trouble tonight, but if she angered Jett, he certainly wouldn’t let her off easily.

Hitting women was not uncommon for him; she feared, worried about her unborn child enduring.

After opening the door, he bustled in like a bandit, immediately surveying the living room before pushing open the bedroom door. After checking around, he returned to sit on the sofa.

Observing his every move inconspicuously, Shannon poured a glass of water and handed it over, "...It’s quite late. Brother, you should head back to rest early."

Jett turned his head to look at her, "You’ve grown, much more sensible than when you were young."

Shannon only forced a smile, obliging Jett just to avoid feeling disgusted, knowing that provoking him inevitably meant taking a beating.

"Where’s your husband?"

"...On a business trip."

"What kind of trip? Overcoming physical limitations?" he mocked mercilessly, with Shannon not bothering to argue.

Seemingly grateful that Vincent left yesterday. Otherwise, had they met today, it certainly would have been uncontrollable.

"Sit down," Jett patted the spot beside him, "We, brother and sister, haven’t seen each other in a long time. Sit down and chat with your brother."

"...Maybe another day. It’s too late today. Another time I’ll treat brother to a meal."

Jett stood, his tall frame of over six feet bearing down on Shannon as he smiled, "Are you afraid of your brother?"

"You were disobedient as a child, so brother had to teach you a lesson. But now you’re so well-behaved and sensible, brother doesn’t have time to pamper you."

As he approached, Shannon felt her breath catching, her hand nervously curling into a fist.

With a "ring ring," the cell phone in his pocket sounded like her lifeline, watching him sit back on the sofa to take the call had her suddenly releasing a breath of relief.