Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



"Eileen." The grating but familiar male voice came from above.

Eileen set down her phone that she was idly scrolling, and when she lifted her head, she found Ableson standing in front of her.

Ableson sized up Eileen, surprised at how much more attractive she had become in the months since he'd last seen her.

Thinking about his plans, Ableson asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

Eileen leaned back into the plush sofa, a cool smile gracing her face, "What do you mean? Is this place a dump where only you can come?" Ableson was taken aback. He'd heard from Hubery and Hedy that Eileen had become quite feisty, but he never expected her to be so disrespectful towards him!

Ableson's face darkened, "After all these years I've taken care of you, this is the attitude you have towards me?"

Eileen raised an eyebrow, "Are you upset because I didn't bow down to you? Are you upset because I didn't mourn at your grave, saying rest in peace?"

"Eileen!" Ableson reprimanded, "What on earth happened to you? You're acting like you're sick in the head!"

Eileen chuckled slowly, "I'm not sick, and you have no father, it's quite a coincidence that we both have our shortcomings."

"I think you need a lesson in manners!" Ableson remarked, his face darkening as he thought about the thugs that had been apprehended recently. He reached out to grab Eileen's arm, but the next second, a glass of red wine splashed all over his face!

"Ah!" Ableson staggered back in disbelief.

He watched in shock as Eileen, a satisfied look on her face, held the empty wine glass, he was stunned! Covered in sticky wine, his anger boiled over, "Eileen! Have you gone mad?!"

"What happened here?" A man's voice suddenly asked from the side.

Ableson turned around in rage and was immediately pacified by the sight of Laird and Blake.

Ableson quickly composed himself and explained, "Nothing, nothing happened. My daughter was clumsy and spilled the wine, there's nothing to worry about, Mr. Laird, and Mr. Blake."

Eileen was clumsy?

Laird looked at Ableson, then at Eileen, who was handing her empty glass to a waiter.

As the host of the party, he didn't want any trouble.

He told a waiter, "Take this gentleman to freshen up."

Ableson quickly dismissed the idea and started to wipe his face with a napkin, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Eileen, stand up, greet Laird and Blake!"

Eileen ignored Ableson's nagging. She glanced at Laird, then focused her gaze on Blake. This was the third time Eileen had seen Blake. The first time she thought he was a pervert, the second time she ignored him, and now on their third meeting, she realized that he was her...

Eileen pursed her lips, not daring to speak the words aloud.

She stood and gave a small nod of acknowledgement to the two business tycoons.

Laird didn't pay much attention to these minor people and said to Blake, "Let's go."

But Blake didn't move.

Laird called out, "Blake?"

Blake ignored Laird, his brow furrowed as he inspected Eileen in her black evening gown. He scanned her from head to toe, then asked disapprovingly, "Aren't you cold dressed like that?"

Eileen was taken aback, and so was Laird.

Blake was a disciplined and devoted family man, he wasn't known to make advances towards women. Laird didn't understand why Blake was suddenly showing interest in a young girl.

Ableson, however, saw an opportunity. Blake really was interested in Eileen as he expected!

He quickly chimed in, "Of course she's cold, it's freezing out. But Mr. Blake, you've been abroad for so many years, you've probably forgotten the beauty of our homeland. Eileen, why don't you show Blake around? The Capital's night view is stunning. You're both young and will surely find common ground. When you're tired, find a hotel and rest..."

Laird's eyebrows knitted together at Ableson's suggestion.

What did he think his party was?

Just as Laird was about to speak, Blake beat him to it, "What did you just say?"

Ableson chuckled, "Mr. Blake, you may not know me, but actually, we're all part of the Lopez family. Strictly speaking, we're distant relatives. When you were thirteen and came back with your father to inspect the factory, I met you once. I was standing..."novelbin

"I'm asking you," Blake interrupted, removing his gold-rimmed glasses and handing them to Laird. He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked with his eyes closed, "What did you just say?"

Ableson was taken aback. He thought he hadn't made himself clear, so he quickly clarified, "What I meant was we're all family here. As for her, she's part of the Lopez family but not my biological daughter. You're free to..."

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Ah!" The women nearby screamed in surprise.

Laird was stunned, watching Blake as he punched Ableson and sent him falling on a decorative flower table.

Ableson laid there, struggling to get up.

A foot clad in a custom-made men's leather shoe kicked him hard in the chest.

"Argh!" Ableson cried out in pain, doubling over and falling back onto the floor, his breath knocked out of him. The back of his head hit the cold, hard tiles with a dull thud.

"Blake, what the hell are you doing?!" Laird hurried over to intervene, trying to pull his friend back. Blake shrugged off Laird's hand, his usual calm demeanor now replaced by a seething rage that made his veins pop.

Blake turned back to look at the silent Eileen, his face dark with anger, "Has he always been like this?"

Eileen looked at Blake, then down at Ableson on the floor, a smug look on her face, "He's always been a small fry."

With that, she turned on her high heels and made her way towards the other end of the party.

"Eileen..." Blake called after her. Eileen heard him, but she didn't stop.

The commotion had drawn a crowd of onlookers.

Laird called over a waiter to attend to Ableson, then dragged Blake away to a quiet lounge.

Inside the lounge, Blake loosened his tie, his patience wearing thin as Laird continued to ramble on. Finally, he snapped, "Shut up!"

Laird fell silent for a moment, then carefully asked, "What's going on, Blake?"

Blake didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

After a moment, someone on the other end picked up.

"I should've never listened to you," Blake said coldly, "A man like Ableson shouldn't be alive!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before the person finally replied.

Blake blinked in surprise, glancing out at the bustling party outside the lounge, "You're here too? Where are you?"