My Blind Husband

Chapter 865 Sibling Strategies

“Why the charade of being virtuous?”

“A hypocrite!”

Sebastian lounged on the car’s leather seat, a sardonic smile on his lips. “I merely suggested to afford

myself a suitable pretext to encounter her once more.”

Yolanda arched an eyebrow. “So, you used me?”

“You’re my sister; who else would I employ?”

Sebastian’s smile remained light as he gave a black card to Yolanda nonchalantly. “Five hundred

thousand, and this affair concludes.”

“Fair enough.”

Yolanda pursed her lips, stashing the black card away before fixing Sebastian with a direct gaze. “Do

you genuinely fancy that Cherise?”

Sebastian raised a discerning brow. “Indeed.”

“I hold no fondness for her.”

Yolanda’s lips formed a thin line. “Even if she parts ways with Damien in the future and aligns with you,

I shan’t coexist with her harmoniously.”

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Sebastian chuckled softly, his gaze drifting into the distance with a profound air. “You’ve yet to elucidate

your motive for pilfering her manuscript.”

“Why steal her work and level plagiarism accusations in a field foreign to you, medicine?”

“I had no alternative.”

Yolanda sighed, casting him a resentful glance. “It was Gwenn’s demand.”

“If I spurn her request, do you think she’d acquiesce to Tristan, of the Lenoir lineage, hastily selling

Lenoir Group shares to us at a discount?”

“You’re aware since Lenoir Group usurped Damien, it’s been the most rapidly burgeoning entity in

Adania. Many vie for control of the Lenoir Group. Will we be next in line?”

“But I must acknowledge Damien’s acumen is genuinely commendable. I never fathomed his

handsomeness…”

Observing Yolanda’s enamored countenance, Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly. “Besides his

appearance, is your eagerness to lay claim to Damien rooted in his business acumen?”

Yolanda faltered, realizing her misstep.

Swiftly, she averted her gaze. “Primarily due to his allure!”

“Well, I’m not averse to a contest.”

Sebastian’s smile softened as he gazed out the car window. “I’m cognizant of my sister’s desire to find

a business rival, ensuring the Weiss dynasty isn’t solely within my purview henceforth.”

Yolanda’s complexion drained of color. “I never contemplated such matters.”

“It’s inconsequential.”

“Now that you’ve targeted Damien, I’m content to await his ascent to becoming my brother–in–law,

thereafter engaging in competition.”

“May the superior man prevail. If I falter, it simply signifies my sister’s discerning taste.”

With that, Sebastian lowered his gaze, toying with the strawberry hairpin in his grasp, a relic from

Cherise’s schooldays.

Examining the hairpin, he could vividly recall their time in Shawbury; Cherise’s unwavering

encouragement, her words resonating deeply. “Sebastian, you’re astute and handsome! Pay no heed

to others‘ perceptions!”

“Persevere, for there’s always someone who values and admires your virtues!”

Reminiscing on the Cherise of yore, a wistful smile graced Sebastian’s lips.

Those days in Shawbury marked the nadir of his existence.

Fortune smiled upon him indeed for in those days, Cherise’s warmest smile thawed his troubled soul.

Without her, how could he have shed weight and smoothly reintegrated into the Weiss fold?

Seated in the car’s rear, Yolanda regarded Sebastian’s enigmatic expression, an inexplicable shiver

coursing down her spine.

Her brother… invariably evoked a sense of unease.