Theodore White laughed and said, "I wouldn’t dare, but don’t count on to persuade your aunt and uncle."
Chloe Aniston imdiately felt disheartened, "Theodore, are you like a worm in my stomach? You saw through my thoughts even before I spoke!"
Theodore White’s tone lightened up, "Your little sches can’t be hidden at all."
Chloe Aniston pouted, "I don’t care! You have to help . My parents listen to you the most. If you support , I can definitely change my major."
Theodore White sighed, "Chloe, changing your major isn’t a trivial matter, and the director’s field is very abstract. It’s not as simple as it seems. What if you regret it later?"
Chloe Aniston shook her head, "I won’t! I’ve thought about it seriously. Theodore, you have to believe in my determination! This is the first ti I’ve decided to do sothing!"
She spoke with firmness and sincerity. In fact, apart from asking about her cousin’s relationship today, she hoped to persuade him to help convince her parents.
Theodore White was a bit troubled, "That reason doesn’t convince . Once you can persuade , I’ll help you."
Upon hearing this, Chloe Aniston got excited, "Really? It’s a deal! Breaking your word makes you a puppy!"
Theodore White snorted, "Wait until you can persuade first."
Chloe Aniston happily prepared to hang up when she suddenly rembered sothing, "Theodore, you haven’t answered my question yet?"
Theodore White knew she was referring to the first thing she asked when she called. He cleared his throat, "Why don’t you think of a suitable reason!"
Chloe Aniston muttered, "Hmm... I’m good at pursuing girls! If you need, I can fly over to help imdiately."
Theodore White didn’t respond. Having Chloe help would only make things more chaotic...
After finally finishing work, Ruth Leighton quickly changed her clothes to go ho. Interacting with trash bins every day, she was on the brink of collapse!
However, just a few steps out, a group of n in black blocked her path in a dark alley, scaring her so much her legs trembled, "What do you... want? Did you... mistake for soone else?"
The leader glanced at her, "Are you Ruth Leighton?"
Hearing this, Ruth Leighton was even more terrified, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her lips trembling violently, "Uh-huh."
Realizing her blunder, she quickly denied, "No! I’m not! I’m not Ruth Leighton!"
She shouted as if afraid they couldn’t hear her.
But the people were looking for her; they’d hardly be fooled.
Harshly, they barked, "Stop pretending! Do you think denial is enough? Take her away!"
With that command, several n grabbed Ruth Leighton like a chick...
Ruth Leighton was scared out of her wits, "Help!"
The leader snorted coldly, "Even if you scream your lungs out, it’s no use! There’s not a soul here!"
Ruth Leighton wailed, "Big brother, I’m old, poor, and not pretty; why... kidnap ?"
After dragging her to a dark room, the n coldly snorted, "No money? Then leave a finger!"
Ruth Leighton nearly wet herself in fright, her lips quivering non-stop, "Wh... what? Chop off my finger..."
One of them glanced at her and ordered a subordinate to fetch a knife, as if truly planning to cut off her finger.
Ruth Leighton wished she could faint right there; she had no idea why she was targeted by these gangsters, unless it was because of Laura Quincy...
As the blade was raised, she stamred, "Did Laura Quincy pay you to deal with ?"
The leader snorted, "Who’s Laura Quincy? Don’t bring up irrelevant people. Changing the subject won’t help!"
With that, the knife moved towards her pinky...
Ruth Leighton scread repeatedly, "Ahhh! Help!"
The leader glared viciously, "If you scream again, I’ll have soone sew your mouth shut!"
Terrified, Ruth Leighton dared not even breathe heavily, her eyes wide in fear at the n in black, her legs trembling like a sieve...
It was her first experience with such a scene.
Of course, the n in black would never really cut her finger off; it was just to teach her a lesson, to instill fear!
As the knife was raised, Ruth Leighton couldn’t help but scream and close her eyes.
However, the anticipated pain didn’t co.
Ruth Leighton slowly opened her eyes, trembling as she looked at the n in black, the knife poised just under her throat, rendering her stiff and immobile...
The man wielding the knife spoke harshly, "Keep a lid on your mouth! If it happens again, don’t bla us for being rude!"
He continued to intimidate Ruth Leighton with the knife, the cold blade pressed against her throat as if it could slit her skin at any mont.
Terrified, her voice shook, "I... I won’t dare anymore..."
Seeing that the ssage was received, he withdrew the knife, "Every word you said has been recorded. You’d better behave!"
Overwheld with fear, Ruth Leighton agreed to everything, hoping they’d let her go.
Their intention had been to frighten her without causing real harm, so after extracting a satisfactory reaction, they brought out a docunt they’d prepared and forced her to press her fingerprint on it...
"I’ll let you leave now, and although you can share tonight’s events widely, I can’t promise you’ll live to see the sunrise the day after tomorrow, or perhaps you’d rather spend your life stuck in the Zanthos slums."
The man’s tone rose and fell as if discussing sothing trivial to him, but Ruth Leighton was petrified, feeling like she’d provoked so big shot!
"Don’t worry, I promise I won’t say a word! I won’t dare talk recklessly anymore..."
"Hmm, that’s more like it—otherwise, living in the slums is much tougher than cleaning trash bins."
"..."
After letting Ruth Leighton go, the lead man called soone, "It’s done. When should I give you the docunt?"
Mason Cross glanced at his watch, "Let’s et at the corner of Ridgecrest North Road in ten minutes."
"Alright."
Just as Laura Quincy decided to visit the seaside villa she lived in six years ago to search for mories, Mason Cross unexpectedly called her.
"Miss Quincy, could you co to the hospital? The boss is injured."
"Injured? What happened?"
"The hotel where he was staying on this trip had its location leaked. Luckily, it’s just an injury to his arm. The boss needs you now."
"Is it serious?"
"It’s a gunshot wound."
"What?!"
Laura Quincy exclaid in disbelief; it was a gunshot wound?
Mason Cross seed to anticipate this, "Miss Quincy, it’s not convenient to explain over the phone. You should co in person!"
Laura Quincy nodded, "Okay, I’ll be there right away!"
After hanging up, Laura Quincy imdiately rushed to Sunstone Hospital, feeling anxious all the way...
Fifteen minutes later.
As Laura Quincy approached Jason Hawthorne’s hospital room, she overheard his conversation with Mason Cross.
"Boss, as you expected, the company executives all know about your injury and are trying to find out the truth. Everyone’s getting anxious."
"Alright, let’s just wait and see quietly for now."
"Understood."
"Also, keep my injury confidential. The more they want to know, the less we should tell them; let them speculate wildly."
"Yes!"
"If there’s any movent from the big and second brothers’ sides, just let them be. We’ll just need to wait to reel in the net."
"Understood."
Laura Quincy knocked and then entered, her face full of worry as she approached Jason’s bedside, "What happened? Is it serious?"
Seeing her, Jason Hawthorne signaled Mason to leave, which he did imdiately.
Once they were alone, Jason said, "It’s nothing, just a minor wound. But I’ll need you to take care of for the next few days."
Laura Quincy noted his heavily bandaged right arm and frowned, "A gunshot wound is a minor wound?"
Jason was pleased with how concerned she was, "Really, it’s nothing. As long as I’m alive to see you, nothing else matters."
Laura punched him in frustration, "What nonsense are you saying! That’s too much!"
Jason’s eyes twinkled with joy at her worry, "What about Twinkle? Does he know?"
Jason shook his head, "Not yet. Bring him over tomorrow, but don’t tell him the truth."
Laura Quincy nodded, "I understand. I will."
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