Chapter: 228

Had Owen not possessed such formidable resilience, he would have crumbled under the pressure long before.

Thus, upon his escape, his first impulse was to exact vengeance.

Yet, confronting an empire like Hewitt Group alone was a fantasy, let alone exacting any form of revenge.

The arrival of Shawn, however, sparked a glimmer of hope.

Owen spilled his secrets without reservation.

Shawn absorbed the information in quiet contemplation, satisfied that his efforts to rescue Owen had not been in vain.

“Mr. Murphy, what would you have me do?" Owen's gaze was one of desperate hope. He sought to ally himself with the strength of the Murphy Group.

“For the moment... nothing." Shawn's measured glance only deepened Owen's sense of urgency.

“Mr. Murphy, I'm at your disposal. Please, shelter me. I've lost everything and am on the brink of homelessness."

“I see," Shawn replied nonchalantly as he realized Owen was in dire financial straits.

“Leave now. My assistant will take care of your needs." With a dismissive wave of his hand, Shawn watched as hope ignited in Owen's eyes.

Owen hastily expressed his gratitude. "Mr. Murphy, I will serve you faithfully to repay this generosity."

Shawn offered no further comment, and his assistant escorted Owen out.

On their way, they bumped into Kaitlin, who had just arrived with the design drafts.

Owen quickly lowered his head and tugged his hat lower over his eyes.

Kaitlin's brow furrowed as she recognized something familiar in him and strained for a better look, but Owen hurried off.

As she contemplated following him, the assistant interrupted her thoughts. "Ms. Gilbert, are you here to see Mr. Murphy? He's available in his office. Please, go right in."

Her attention diverted, Kaitlin momentarily lost track of Owen.

Nodding to the assistant, she proceeded into Shawn's office, her mind still echoing with uncertainty.

"Ah, Kaitlin, you've arrived." Shawn greeted her as he stood and moved towards the sofa, gesturing for her to join him.

Kaitlin greeted him and sat down, opting to ask about his injury before diving into work.

Shawn gave his arm a slight stretch. “It's minor, just a scratch, really. Nothing serious."

“That's good to hear," Kaitlin responded, visibly relieved. “I'm glad it's nothing that could hinder your work, Mr. Murphy.”

Recalling the elusive figure she had spotted earlier, Kaitlin couldn't resist inquiring, “Mr. Murphy, the man who just left your office-was he a client?"