Robert’s expression was icy as he thought of Emily’s youth and beauty, her gentle and considerate nature. Then, he compared it to Brianna’s aging face, which makeup could no longer conceal, her knack for causing trouble, and the son who had killed his sister in a supermarket. The thought alone made his heart grow cold.
Mrs. Jones had returned this ti, and Robert wasn’t sure if she had witnesses. But even if she didn’t, as a victim of human trafficking, the dia would surely sensationalize her tragic story!
If that happened, Davis Group would be mired in negative press just the sa.
"Honey, don’t believe Mrs. Jones. That bitch... there’s no way she has witnesses. If she did, she wouldn’t need to call and threaten like this! Honey, please don’t divorce , please!" Brianna cried, clinging to him.
Robert, breathing heavily, shoved Brianna away with force. "You fool, all you ever do is create problems. You’ve never done a single thing that benefits ! This divorce is happening, no doubt about it!"
Overwheld with anger, Robert wanted nothing more than to leave this repulsive woman.
Back when Brianna poisoned Isabella, Robert discovered it too late—Isabella was already beyond saving, the poison had done its work. At the ti, Brianna was young and beautiful, and he was tempted, so he covered for her.
But he never expected that after all these years, Mrs. Jones would erge as a witness!
"Honey... don’t do this. If you dare divorce , I’ll expose how you covered up for back then!" Brianna scread frantically as she watched Robert’s cold figure walk away, but he paid her no attention, disappearing from her sight.
Brianna, realizing this, broke down in tears, covering her face. Hannah sat beside her, gasping for breath, her face pale. "Mom, stop crying... crying won’t solve anything! We should try to contact Mrs. Jones, see if she’s willing to settle this privately."
Hannah’s words snapped Brianna out of her despair. She quickly pulled out her phone, and upon turning it on, received several texts from Mrs. Jones.
"Brianna! Just wait, I’m going to expose your evil deeds to the dia! I have a witness from back then, and he still has the recording. Haha, I’m giving you a seven-day deadline, or I’ll ruin you!"
"Brianna! You have one day to compensate with ten million, or I’ll make your filth public!"
Ten million!
Hannah and Brianna both widened their eyes, their hearts nearly stopping with the shock.
Ten million was a staggering amount for Davis Group.
After all, Davis Group had been struggling for years, with continuous losses.
Given the recent turmoil, it was laughable to think Davis Group wasn’t in the red. Even if Robert was willing, he couldn’t possibly co up with ten million just like that!
"What do we do? Daughter, what do we do? She’s demanding ten million... oh no!" Brianna, usually so composed and elegant, was now gripped by panic and fear.
Hannah took a deep breath. "We should talk to Dad. Ten million... if it can silence this matter, maybe it’s the best option."
Hannah actually considered suggesting hiring a hitman, but given the current sensitive situation, she feared that if they were caught, Davis Group would have no way out!
Brianna, trembling, dialed Robert’s number, but he didn’t answer her call.
"It’s over... oh no, it’s over... I, Brianna, have been clever all my life, how could I be ruined by a lowly maid?"
"Mom, stop crying. We’ll figure this out step by step!" Hannah’s heart ached terribly; their once-happy family had been destroyed, and it was all because of that wretched Ella!
No matter how anxious or desperate Brianna was, she couldn’t co up with ten million in such a short ti, so she had to wait for Robert to return.
After Brianna and Hannah went upstairs, the maid quietly returned to the dining room to clear the dishes. In a blind spot where the caras couldn’t see, she reached out and retrieved the listening device...
At that mont.
In Room 809 of the X Hotel, Frank, his face dark, repeatedly dialed Ella’s phone number, only to be t with a cold automated response: "Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable."
"Dad, stop calling. She’s not coming," the woman on the side spoke softly. Her refined makeup accentuated her features, making her look delicate and charming, even if not stunningly beautiful.
This woman was Leah Carter.
Leah, now 24, had returned from studying abroad and was working as the CEO’s secretary at Carter Group. She was sharp and skilled, earning much of Frank’s favor.
The younger son, Max Carter, was 21 and in his second year of college. He knew little about the business world but had a deep understanding of Ella, harboring resentnt toward her ever since their grandmother had given 15% of the company’s shares to this cousin he had never t.
"Dad, Sis is right. That girl wouldn’t dare co. This is a trap, after all!" Max sneered.
Frank’s wife, and Ella’s aunt, Evelyn Wilson, also shook her head. "Max is right. There’s no point in calling. She’s turned off her phone to avoid you deliberately!"
"I didn’t expect that girl to be so cunning, but... I’ve heard rumors that she’s with Eric," Frank said with concern.
Leah burst into laughter. "Dad, are you just chasing shadows now? Eric? That kind of man wouldn’t be interested in a high school girl who hasn’t even grown up yet."
"Exactly, Dad. Eric’s not the type to be interested in a naive high school girl. Even if he was, he’d get bored quickly. Finding a new plaything is easier for him than eating breakfast!" Max added with a cold smile. Being in his second year of college, he was well aware that rich young n often only played around with won.
When it ca to marriage, they typically chose soone from a family of equal status. Although Ella was pampered in her household, she didn’t fit the criteria for a wealthy family’s bride, especially since her mother had passed away early.
"You’re right. I’m overthinking it. Davis Group has been losing money for years. A big company like Nelson Group wouldn’t be interested in them. If Eric were to choose a wife, it would be a CEO’s daughter from a major corporation," Frank laughed. "Let’s not dwell on this anymore. I’ll find a way to deal with that girl. Let’s eat!"
After waiting so long, everyone was hungry. Ella clearly wasn’t coming.
"Dad, tomorrow I’ll go see her and find out what kind of person she is," Leah said dismissively.
"Leah, don’t waste your ti," Evelyn shook her head, disapproving of Leah’s initiative.
"Mom, wouldn’t it be a bigger waste of ti if Dad went? I’m a girl, so it’s easier for to get along with her. And if that doesn’t work, I can always ask so of my male classmates about her. You know, it’s important to understand her preferences before making a move," Leah replied confidently and arrogantly. Frank nodded in agreent.
"Leah really knows what she’s doing. Go ahead with your plan," Frank said.
Seeing this, Evelyn no longer objected and let Leah have her way.
"Leah, rember not to push her too hard. Right now, the goal is to build a good relationship with her. After all, she won’t have control over those shares until she’s 25," Frank instructed Leah.
"Don’t worry, Dad. I know how to handle this. You don’t need to be concerned," Leah replied with a confident smile.
Frank let out a cold laugh. "Why should sothing that belongs to Carter Group go to an outsider? Your grandfather was useless, letting that old woman stay in Carter Group for so many years without securing her shares."
Evelyn’s eyes were filled with disdain. "You don’t need to worry about it anymore. With Leah handling it, nothing will go wrong."
Frank chuckled, fully confident in his eldest daughter. After all, Leah, despite her young age, had successfully negotiated several major deals abroad, opening many channels for Carter Group.
The ruthless ambitions of this family were almost unbearable to witness. The world is full of people who feel entitled to what belongs to others.
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