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Chapter 1280
"Mmm."
Kenneth nodded, his movements deft as he plated the sizzling dish onto the table.
Seeing the feast before him, Lane couldn't help but be impressed, "Man, you've got skills that could put professional chefs to shame! Had I not asked earlier, I'd have thought you were slinging hash in some diner." It's not that he was inexperienced or anything; it's just been ages since he had the pleasure of enjoying such freshly made, home-cooked meals!
"Used to the cuisine overseas, I had to fend for myself in the kitchen."
"You worked abroad?" Lane's interest piqued.
Kenneth merely nodded.
But that was all he offered, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor.
Lane studied him for a moment before speaking up, "You know, I get the feeling... you're not much for talking because you fear saying too much might lead to mistakes?"
Ever since Kenneth arrived, Lane had tried to learn more about him, whether through indirect questioning or direct inquiries. Yet, after all this time, he hadn't managed to uncover much!
Except for the fact that Kenneth's limp was the result of an incident involving Everett.
As Kenneth set the utensils before Lane and took a seat, he slightly curled his thin lips, "I've always been like this. Ever since the injury to my leg, I've become even more reserved. All I have left is resentment." "It's just a leg-"
Lane blurted this out without thinking.
And immediately, he witnessed Kenneth's expression darken.
"Just a leg?"
"You have no idea what kind of hell I went through in the hospital. You wouldn't say that so casually if you did! I nearly lost my life, faced the possibility of amputation!" Kenneth clenched his fists, almost grinding his teeth as he spoke, "My girlfriend, upon learning my condition was the result of a dispute over another woman, left me without a second thought! No one can understand how I felt in that moment."
Lane blinked, smacking his lips.
"Sounds pretty rough."
He hadn't heard the details from Kenneth before, so he somewhat felt that Kenneth's grudge against Everett over a limp seemed a bit much.
But hearing the story laid bare, Lane could somewhat empathize.
Back when his own company faced a hostile takeover and was on the verge of collapse, Everett offered help that felt more like charity, complete with a condescending smile! Lane, who had always been pampered, couldn't stand such humiliation.
But for the sake of securing funds and a chance to start over, he clung to that lifeline.
Swallowing his pride in the process.
"So, don't question my motives. I might not have the means, but I wish for Everett's demise!"This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Lane smirked, picking up his fork, "On that note, I can certainly oblige! There's only one antidote left in the world. Both Everett and Dorothy have been poisoned by Quincy and I... I certainly won't be saving Everett."
Kenneth's gaze fixed on him, fortunate that Lane was too engrossed in his meal to notice.
After a brief pause, Kenneth inquired, "Have you secured the antidote well?"
Lane's alertness was apparent.
Upon hearing the question, he instantly looked up at Kenneth.
Of course, by then, Kenneth had already averted his gaze, appearing as if they were merely engaging in small talk.
After a moment's consideration,
Lane reassured Kenneth, "Don't
worry. Even if Everett turns Eldorria City upside down, he will never find
the antidote! And me, I'd rather die by his hand than give it to him!"