All Chapters of From Prison To Power: Chapter 161
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Chapter 160 – The Women’s Inexplicable Malice and Grudges
******“Lorraine. Sophia,” he said, greeting them by name with the kind of familiarity one might use when running into old friends after years apart.His voice was smooth, even welcoming, as though this was a pleasant reunion rather than the confrontation it had already become.The two women stiffened further. Their brows shot upward in surprise at hearing their names spoken so naturally by a stranger.“You still haven’t answered my question,” Lorraine said quickly, her suspicion sharpening. She kept her guard firmly in place, unwilling to be disarmed by his calm and gentle demeanor.Sophia, meanwhile, had gone unnervingly quiet. Her eyes narrowed as she studied Glenn’s face intently, as though searching her memory for a puzzle piece that suddenly seemed to fit.Then suddenly, like a thunderclap, recognition struck. In the next second, her eyes widened, her pupils constricting.“Wait… aren’t you… Glenn?” she blurted, her voice tight with disbelief.
Chapter 161 –Betrayed Again
******At this moment, Glenn appeared genuinely dumbstruck by the lady’s malice. For once, words failed him, his mind pausing as though the floor had given way beneath his feet. He hadn’t expected this… not from them.But then again, who was Glenn? He wasn’t someone who lost his composure easily.Life had long since taught him to wear not metal armor, but the shield of indifference, making strikes that might break another man could scarcely touch him now.So while he wavered for an instant, it lasted no longer than that. And by his next breath, his calm had settled back in, washing over him like a returning tide.Finally, his face smoothed, his gaze returned to being steady, and his presence once again became detached… treating their hostility as nothing more than distant background noise.He looked at the two women, their expressions twisted with disgust, their gazes dripping with hatred and something even worse… revulsion, as though he were filth craw