"Chantelle, help , please! I'll owe you a favor if you do!" Kate begged, and her eyes looked at Chantelle's face.
She knew she was humiliating herself, but the one woman she despised the most was now her only chance to escape.
"Ms. Chantelle, this is a personal matter. I suggest you stay out of it," Steve said before Chantelle could respond.
Chantelle glanced at the stump where Steve's hand used to be. With a regretful sigh, she turned to Kate.
"Ms. Kate, I'm so sorry, but Mr. Walter is no longer under the Charity Association's care. I'm afraid I can't help you," she said with a hesitant, apologetic look.
Steve took this as approval and yanked Kate toward the back door.
"You... you're working together? Chantelle, you'll pay for this!" Kate shrieked in a sharp and grating voice.
Chantelle's expression darkened. Stepping forward, she placed a firm hand on Kate's shoulder.
"Kate Bently, you're as foolish as ever. Have you forgotten? My na is also Chantelle. You stole the other Chantelle's husband and children. You even caused her death. Did you really think she'd ever save you?"
"You... you're Chantelle?" Kate's mind spun in confusion.
What did she an by that?
Was she saying she was Chantelle Bently—her sister?
That was impossible. Chantelle had been dead for years. What was this woman talking about? How could her sister return from the grave?
Kate's shock was clear, but Chantelle didn't spare her another glance. She watched as Steve's n dragged Kate out the back door.
Without looking away, she gave Calvin a quiet command.
"Keep an eye on things. Don't let them kill her. We still have unfinished business."
"Yes, Ms. Chantelle." Calvin nodded and slipped through the crowd, following them outside.
Chantelle sat in the VIP lounge and ordered a few cocktails. She was in a great mood.
The bar's noisy atmosphere was a bit irritating, but she didn't mind watching people enjoying the evening.
It reminded her that she was alive and could still enjoy life's little pleasures.
A notification beeped on her phone. She checked it right away, and it was indeed from Kane.
As expected, it was him.
"Mommy dearest, your beloved son was kidnapped today!"
Chantelle's eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure about this?" she replied instantly.
"Hee hee, of course, I'm sure! I was the one who planned the kidnapping in the first place!"
Chantelle was speechless.
So her little troublemaker had orchestrated the whole thing. She had suspected that it was his son's act ever since Kane's abrupt departure from the Wilson household.
Now, there was no doubt.
Not that it stopped her from getting her revenge. That was exactly why she had burned down the Bently residence and let Roman escape.
Her phone pinged again.
"Mommy, don't be mad, okay? Your little angel made 10 million dollars today! You have no idea how rich my scumbag of a daddy is. I really hope I can inherit his money soon!"
Chantelle sighed and typed back.
"Err... good luck with that."
"I won't disappoint you, Mommy!"
Kane's ssage popped up.
Chantelle sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Worrying about that little rascal was pointless. If he wasn't out scheming soone, it was a rare miracle.
Just then, a deep, smooth voice spoke above her.
"Ms. Bently, I heard you were injured, yet here you are at a bar?"
She looked up instinctively.
Daniel stood there, and his face was partially hidden in the shadows.
Chantelle had been so focused on replying to Kane that she hadn't noticed soone approaching. She had no idea if Daniel had seen their conversation.
A brief flicker of anxiety crossed her mind, but she quickly brushed it off. Instead, she put on a worried expression.
"Mr. Wilson, you might want to know—your beloved has been dragged into the back room by so thugs. You should hurry before it's too late!"
But Daniel didn't move. Instead, he calmly took a seat across from her.
"Do you really want to save her?" he asked.
"Of course!" Chantelle replied without hesitation.
"Stop pretending. You're enjoying Kate's misfortune, aren't you?" Daniel's tone was oddly relaxed as if he were talking about soone else's problem—not his own.
Chantelle was caught off guard. She had expected a reaction, at least so concern.
Kate's reputation was in shambles, but she had been Daniel's beloved for years.
How could he just sit there and act coldly?
"Fine," she admitted. "Since I can't fool you, I'll be honest—you deserve soone better, Mr. Wilson."
A brief flicker of confusion passed through her eyes.
Daniel noticed it. He didn't realize it at the ti, but that tiny mont sparked sothing deep inside him.
"Soone better like you, perhaps?" he asked casually.
Chantelle smirked. "It may be nightti, Mr. Wilson, but you really shouldn't be dreaming so much!"
Daniel looked at Chantelle for a mont before suddenly chuckling.
He didn't continue their verbal sparring. Instead, he placed an invitation in front of her.
"My son's birthday dinner is the day after tomorrow. If you're free, Ms. Bently, we'd love to have you there."
Chantelle raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You're actually inviting to your ho, Mr. Wilson? Aren't you afraid you're letting a wolf in?"
She was genuinely surprised. Not long ago, he had believed she was trying to get close to Railer to take him away.
Why the sudden change?
Daniel leaned back, amusent gleaming in his eyes. "If you're the wolf, then I wouldn't mind at all, my dear Ms. Bently."
Chantelle felt like her world had flipped upside down.
Daniel must have hit his head before leaving ho today—there was no other explanation for his strange behavior.
He was already gone by the ti she gathered her thoughts to question him.
At that mont, Calvin ca in through the back door, walking through the crowd to reach her.
"Ms. Bently, Mr. Wilson's n have rescued Ms. Kate," he reported.
"Ah, I see. That was to be expected." Chantelle smirked.
No wonder Daniel had acted so strangely. The invitation to Railer's birthday was just a distraction.
Just like before, was he still afraid she would cause trouble?
The more Chantelle thought about it, the more irritated she beca. She hadn't even realized she was lost in thought until Calvin brought her back to the present.
"Ms. Bently, I believe the situation with Ms. Kate may have drawn so unwanted attention. The woman claiming to be Mr. Turner's daughter hasn't shown up."
"We'll head ho for now," Chantelle decided.
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