Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: Richard Shaw Not Only Has an Ex-Wife, But Also a Kept First Love?

A few months ago, when Hawk Howard used the Howard Family’s connections to track down Uncle Hao in the Golden Triangle, someone from over there got in touch with him and asked him to come to Switzerland to take care of Leah.

Not long ago, Hawk Howard finally learned that the person was actually Leah’s biological older brother, the most fearsome warlord in the Golden Triangle, Griffith Squire.

Only then did he really confirm that Leah was Crystal Landon. After learning about his past with Crystal Landon, the other party had him come over to keep Richard Shaw in check. Hawk Howard was a high-IQ prodigy since childhood; in an instant, he inferred from subtle clues that there must be some kind of feud between the Squire Family and the Shaw Family.

Setting aside why Crystal Landon became Leah Squire, just Griffith Squire’s guarded attitude toward Richard Shaw, and the fact that she’s obviously safe and sound yet has stayed hidden all this time, was enough to explain a lot.

Hawk Howard tightened his grip on the phone and, after a long moment, asked in a low voice, "I don’t care what you’re planning. Just don’t hurt Leah."

Griffith Squire answered faintly on the phone and said, "I spent over ten years turning her into Leah Squire. I couldn’t bear to hurt her. Hawk Howard, men like you—so infatuated and so stupid—there aren’t many left."

Hawk Howard smiled slightly, the curve of his lips tinged with bitterness. He sighed lightly and said, "To be foolish for love is a blessing in itself."

The man hung up and went to look after the two ragdoll cats.

Leah got home exhausted. After taking a shower, she didn’t even dry her hair before flopping onto the bed, not wanting to move at all.

When Richard Shaw finished dealing with some official business and came in, he saw her going to sleep without even blow-drying her hair. His handsome, cold, resolute face showed a flash of helplessness. He picked up a dry towel and began gently rubbing her wet hair for her. Afraid of waking her up, he didn’t dare to use the blow-dryer.

Leah’s hair was the most sensitive part of her. Every time the man touched her head, no matter how angry she was, she would instantly soften. Now, with him rubbing her hair, his rough fingertips combing through the strands, her heart turned into mush. Eyes closed, she cooed, "Blockhead, give me a massage."

Lately Richard Shaw had been ill at ease, his desire to possess her quietly intensifying. Even knowing Griffith Squire was in Italy, he still hadn’t really used the power in his hands to investigate. A lot of intel from home and abroad was also kept from her. He was just using the excuse of treating his legs and looking for Griffith Squire as a pretext to spend time alone with her.

The man lowered his gaze, slowly and gently rubbing her hair dry, then lightly began to massage her sore shoulders.

Leah felt so comfortable under his kneading that she unconsciously rubbed her face against the soft pillow and laughed in a spoiled tone. "Blockhead, you’re so good to me."

The man’s fingers paused. He pressed down on her slender shoulders, his tea-colored eyes darkening. In a low, coaxing voice, he said, "Marry me, and I’ll massage you every day for the rest of your life."

Leah chuckled. Richard the Blockhead was truly silly. Even if she didn’t marry him, he would still give her a massage every day.

Seeing her keep her eyes closed and hum without responding, pretending to sleep, Richard Shaw felt a bit of a headache. He couldn’t exactly tie her up and drag her to get married. For more than half a year now, he’d been proposing almost every month, and every time she just played dumb and wriggled out of it. On the rare occasions when he coaxed her into agreeing while they were in bed, she’d turn around and deny it the next day.

There was nothing the upright Major General Shaw could do about it.

Richard Shaw finished drying her hair. Only after she had truly fallen asleep did he go shower himself. He came out with no trace of sleepiness, his thoughts churning, his heart heavy and uncomfortably depressed, so he called Ignatius Leclair.

Richard Shaw was only trying his luck calling, since the time difference back home was nearly seven hours and it wasn’t even dawn yet.

Ignatius Leclair, for once, actually answered, but his tone wasn’t great. He let out a lazy, cold laugh. "What, no sex tonight? You actually remembered to call me?"

Richard Shaw choked. Old Ignatius was very good at flirting, especially after spending years abroad. His mindset was extremely open.

"Why are you up so early? Don’t tell me you haven’t slept all night?" Richard Shaw frowned, completely unaware he had hit the nail on the head.

Ignatius Leclair was speechless. He was only suffering from insomnia. Lately, Benjamin Leclair had been very proud of herself. After all, as a clever and brave little tadpole, she had successfully found the mommy she wanted. That alone was enough for her to be smug for a whole year.

Delphine Carter had taken Nicholas back to the Imperial City, right under his nose, to bond with his daughter, and then go all lovey-dovey with the Land Family’s second son, Cassius Turner. On one hand, Ignatius Leclair had to watch his daughter "betray" him; on the other, he had to watch his ex-wife seek a second spring in love. It annoyed him so much he accidentally ended up insomniac. But of course he would never tell Old Shaw that.

"I got up for a winter swim. To work out, got it? Don’t tell me Leah Squire kicked you out of bed." Ignatius Leclair narrowed his long, deep phoenix eyes, got up to check on the sleeping Benjamin Leclair, tucked the little girl’s feet back under the covers where she’d kicked them out, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, then leaned down and kissed her.

"I’ll be heading back to the Imperial City soon. This time we’ll probably get the marriage certificate." Rejected and ignored countless times, the Major General shamelessly announced with a smile.

Ignatius Leclair’s face went dark at once. He hung up with a sharp "click." His head was covered in green* and Old Shaw still had the nerve to brag about getting a marriage license?*(implying being cuckolded)

Seeing that he’d hung up, Richard Shaw finally felt a bit more at ease. He thought he could sleep now. Yes, he’d continue proposing after he woke up.

But when he woke up, the two of them went straight into a cold war, all because Leah had accidentally picked up Richard Shaw’s phone that morning.

On the line, Swank blurted anxiously, "Major General, bad news—Luna Lawrence is missing. She might go looking for Miss Leah."

Leah woke up groggy; she’d slept heavily. Her ringtone and Richard Shaw’s had been deliberately set to be exactly the same—a couple’s ringtone. Richard Shaw was up early and gone, and she was being driven crazy by the ringing. She grabbed the phone and answered, only realizing what was going on after nearly ten seconds.

"Who is Luna Lawrence?" Leah snapped awake in an instant. Narrowing her black-and-white peach blossom eyes, she asked coolly, "What does she want with me?"

Swank almost bit his own tongue off. He was in big trouble. How did Miss Leah end up answering? It was all Luna Lawrence’s fault. She’d been staying quietly in the psychiatric hospital these past few years, and no one knew what methods she’d used to suddenly disappear. He’d always had a psychological shadow where Luna was concerned, afraid she’d do something irrational. Without thinking it through, he’d called in to report.

"Sh-she’s...she’s a friend," Swank stammered, tongue-tied, then hurriedly added, "I—I’ll call the Major General back later."

He hung up in a rush.

Leah narrowed her eyes. A woman’s sixth sense told her this was not that simple.

Without hesitation, she called Hawk Howard to ask. Seeing she already knew about Luna Lawrence, Hawk Howard didn’t hide anything. "Richard Shaw’s white moonlight. If it weren’t for the Shaw Family’s old madam insisting he marry Crystal Landon back then, he probably would have married Luna Lawrence. Back in the Imperial City, Richard Shaw really did put his heart into keeping that woman. Then she just vanished."

Leah hung up, feeling a wad of cotton stuffed in her chest, neither up nor down, suffocatingly uncomfortable. So he not only had an ex-wife, he’d also been keeping a white moonlight?