Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 179: Asking for Money

Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen have been in Riverwood City for several days.

They stayed in a neighborhood on a major thoroughfare of the old city area. They dared not get close, only waiting every day, hoping that one day Alia Wright would go out for a walk, and they could secretly watch from afar, which would satisfy them.

As a result, despite being in Riverwood City for so many days, Alia Wright had hardly left the old city area.

Today, Alia Wright finally went out, and, of course, they wanted to seize the opportunity to have a look.

Edward Allen understood his parents’ feelings. Having been in the military for so long, he was straightforward, not thinking much, and simply went up to stop Alia Wright’s car.

Hearing Hailey Smith’s curse, he awkwardly explained, "I just happened to run into you. I was buying sothing nearby, so let catch a ride back with you."

Edward Allen wasn’t good at lying, and as he spoke, his ears even turned red.

"Who wants to give you a ride..."

Hailey Smith hadn’t even finished her unkind words.

Alia Wright agreed, "Alright, have you finished shopping, big brother Allen? We can park by the roadside and wait for you."

Hailey Smith could only shut up.

Edward Allen nodded, then quickly shook his head, "Wait a mont; I’ll go buy so fruits."

He saw his parents not far away, both excited and wiping away tears, wanting them to see more, even if they couldn’t get close or acknowledge each other.

Hailey Smith parked the car by the roadside, and as it was a bit stuffy inside, Alia Wright rolled down the window a bit further.

Alia Wright didn’t speak, and Hailey Smith didn’t dare show impatience, but Edward Allen, this big guy, spent quite a while picking fruits, annoying!

Alia Wright propped her chin with her hand, leaning by the window, not minding the wait.

Just then, a phone ringtone caught her attention.

The street was quite quiet with few people around, so any sound easily attracted attention, and Alia Wright instinctively looked over.

Charles Allen and Clara Goodman were hiding in the corner, silently watching, when Clara’s phone suddenly rang, startling them both.

Seeing Alia Wright looking over, Clara Goodman hastily turned her phone to silent mode, and they quickly hid in the alley by the road.

She nervously whispered, "Nancy didn’t see us, right?"

Charles Allen shook his head, "She shouldn’t have seen us. Who’s calling now?"

Clara Goodman didn’t have the mind to worry about who was calling.

Noticing the situation, Edward Allen quickly rushed over with the fruits, afraid that his sister would see their parents and find out, so he hurriedly got in the car, "Alright, I’m ready, let’s go."

Alia Wright then turned her gaze from the window, and Edward Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

Once Alia Wright’s car was gone, Mr. and Mrs. Allen erged from the alley. They thought they could watch a little longer today, but they were interrupted, feeling a bit regretful.

Then the phone rang again, still the previous unreceived unknown number, endlessly ringing, as if they’d keep calling unless soone picked up.

Normally, it wouldn’t matter whether they answered an unknown number, but this mistid call scared away their daughter, making Clara Goodman angry.

She answered the call directly and coldly asked, "Who is this?"

The other side paused, and a man’s voice, deliberately suppressed, said, "Do you want to know where your daughter is?"

Clara Goodman’s pupils shrank, giving Charles Allen a glance, then activated the speaker.

Yet another call, using information about their daughter to contact them.

The previous Ava Wright didn’t reveal anything, but who’s this ti?

Clara Goodman, with an even colder tone, asked, "Who are you? How do you know where my daughter is? What’s your aim?"

The man across the phone scoffed, "Who I am doesn’t matter, and my purpose is simple. You give a billion dollars, and I’ll let your family reunite."

Clara Goodman angrily retorted, "You dare ask for such an amount? How do I know you’re telling the truth?"

"Since I dare ask for a billion, the information is certainly genuine. You can have a paternity test if you like."

Clara Goodman looked at Edward Allen; the two communicated through their gaze. Clara Goodman probed, "A billion is too much; we can’t co up with that amount now."

"Heh, you think I haven’t checked? A billion is nothing for the expansive Allen family. If you don’t pay up, just wait for bad news about your daughter!"

Charles Allen’s gaze instantly turned murderous.

He figured out who it was.

The Wright family adopted their daughter. Since Ava Wright knew the truth and dared to use so information about Nancy for money.

How could the Wright couple not know?

Now Bess Bennett is paralyzed in the hospital after a car crash.

It could only be Oliver Wright.

The company in trouble, urgently needing money, Oliver Wright.

If they hadn’t found their daughter, perhaps they would have been truly threatened by Oliver Wright, afraid that their daughter was suffering sowhere unknown to them, a billion wouldn’t have been out of reach.

But now knowing Oliver Wright was the one mistreating their daughter, how could they possibly give him money?

Charles Allen took the phone, his voice thunderous, "Such audacity to publicly threaten and blackmail, are you courting death?"

Hearing Charles Allen’s voice, sothing flickered with jealousy and loathing in Oliver Wright’s eyes.

Back then, Clara Goodman was a goddess-like figure in many people’s eyes, many competing, while Oliver Wright, at that ti, didn’t even have the right to compete.

The goddess he once secretly loved ended up with soone common like Charles Allen, who only knew brute force. How could he not be jealous?

Oliver Wright viciously said, "Charles Allen, are you willing to gamble your daughter’s life?"

Charles Allen smirked, directly exposing, "Oliver Wright, you think you’re worthy?"

Initially full of malice and planning a last-ditch effort, Oliver Wright was stunned upon hearing his na called.

Using an anonymous phone, even the military wouldn’t easily trace it back; how could they know it was him?

Could it be they’ve found Alia Wright?

Impossible!

Impossible!

These many years he hadn’t contacted the Allen family, keeping them as a last resort.

Yet this backdoor he had sched for so many years was unexpectedly severed silently.

Such a successive blow, Oliver Wright couldn’t handle.

And Charles Allen continued to pile on, "I didn’t know at first, but thanks to your foolish enough daughter, who used bits of information about my daughter to exchange for money here, letting follow the trail and find her.

Oliver Wright finally realized where Ava Wright’s recent profuse spending ca from.

How could he have such a stupid daughter, Ava Wright severing his backdoor!

"What a family, one asking for fifty million, another for a billion, equally foolish!"

"I... I’m not Oliver Wright."

Charles Allen asserted domineeringly, "Hah, scum, prepare for my retaliation!"