"Mr. Maskelyne, he is already downstairs." Hearing this, Franklin stared at Jasper coldly. "Do you need me to teach you what to do?" The voice sounded like a death charm in Jasper's ears. He was shocked and quickly said, "I will go now!" In an instant! A horrifying scream came from downstairs.
"Ah!" "Ah!" The two waiters were rolling on the ground in pain.
Blood flowed out from their wounds.
One of them had his arm chopped off! The arm was thrown to the ground, and his fingers were still trembling.
"Are you going to tell or not?" Jasper said coldly.
"It's a woman. A woman wearing a mask gave us two hundred thousand!" one of them cried as he lay on the ground.
"OK, we'll tell you everything." "She said that as long as we give the whisky to Miss Andrews, she will give us another two hundred thousand!" "She said that this medicine is particularly strong. If Miss Andrews does not get the antidote in time, she will become a sex apathy woman for the rest of her life! She will not be interested in sex at all.” "Ah! | don't dare to lie. | really don't dare!" "She gave us cash, not a bank card!" "Where did that woman trade with you?" Jasper asked, kicking them a few more times.
"Restroom! Restroom! Restroom on the second floor of the hotel." "Take them down and check the surveillance cameras near the restroom!" Jasper said to his subordinates.
Even though Franklin was sitting in the bedroom, he could clearly hear everything downstairs.
Especially when he heard that the target was actually Sylvia, he was shocked.
He had a deep understanding of how strong the medicinal effect last night was.
If it was on Sylvia, she probably would not be able to withstand it! The mastermind was truly hateful. Her ultimate goal was to make Sylvia sexual apathy! If it was achieved, it meant that she would never have any sexual desire in the future! Anger surged in his chest. He wanted to find out who the mastermind was! This person even dared to harm his woman! Sylvia did not go back to Pearlhall Villa. She went straight back to her small apartment. The location of the apartment was very remote and far from the city.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, the environment of the neighborhood was good. It was near the lake. She had always liked such places.
Standing on the balcony, one could see the clean surface of the lake. There were some sailboats on the surface of the lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. This feeling would allow one's mind to broaden.
At this time, she was standing on the balcony of the apartment on the eighteenth floor, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, silently tasting it.
The bite marks on her neck were still clear.
But it did not affect her mood at this time.
At this moment, her phone rang. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the strange number on it.
She hesitated for a moment before picking it up. "Hello." "Miss Andrews? Hello, | am Winter, the president of the Wilson philanthropic foundation.” Winter's gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be a hint of a sneer in her voice.
She thought that calling a woman who relied on a man like Sylvia was a form of self-deprecation.
She did so because Sylvia had hit on Paul and Logan, the two super-rich men, and also had a connection with that mysterious Master Keturah Otherwise, how could she care about this kind of woman? She had always boasted of being a strong independent woman, and she had always looked down on women who relied on men.
"Miss Andrews, are you listening?" She suppressed the disdain inside and asked in a gentle tone.
"Mrs. Wilson, what's the matter?” Sylvia asked casually as she shook the wine glass in her hand.
"Our foundation is holding a gathering recently and we want to invite you to join us. Do you have time?" Winter asked.
"Didn't I just attend Wilson charity dinner a few days ago?" Sylvia said indifferently.
Wilson Group? She was just interested in this company.
"Well, thank you for your kind invitation. | will be on time." As soon as the call ended, Otto called, "Sylvia, when will you go with me to meet Mr. Wilson? The old Wilson's illness has been deteriorating recently. Your reputation is so great. You can definitely cure him." "When did | promise you to meet Clark?" Sylvia sneered.
Otto was still so confident. What made him so confident? "Didn't you say it when you went home last time? You know that... My good daughter, please save me. You can't just watch the Andrews family collapse, can you? Your grandma needs to live on our family business!" Otto's voice softened.
"Don't drag my grandma into this. | suggest you should not get involved in the Wilson family's affairs," Sylvia said coldly.
"How can you talk to me like that? Don't forget, | am your dad!" Otto was also a little angry.
Condescending to beg his daughter made him very unhappy. "Tammy is much better than you. She comes to see me every day.
What about you? Huh? Pissing me off all the time. Just tell me. Are you going to treat the old Wilson or not?" "If I don't go, what will you do?" "Then | may not be able to ensure your grandmother will be safe and sound! | heard that in this hot weather, it is very easy for old people to get sick,” Otto said coldly. "You don't have to treat the old Wilson, but you won't be that heartless to leave your grandmother alone, right?" "Otto, how come | never knew that you were so shameless?" Sylvia suddenly felt a surge of anger in her chest. He even could hurt his own mother. How was this man her father? The anger and helplessness made her feel so uncomfortable.
She had proposed to take her grandmother away from Andrews Residence several times, but her grandmother just refused to go with her.
She didn't want to force her grandma.
She did not expect her grandma to become a bargaining chip for Otto to constantly threaten her.
It would be fine if he was hurting a stranger, but that was her blood relative.
She could not cut her grandma out of her life.
"Sylvia, don't blame me. You forced me to do this. | begged you kindly. If you don't agree, of course, | have to use some extreme measures." Otto heard Sylvia's anger and said proudly, "Don't be unappreciative. Tonight, | will invite Mr. Wilson home. You better come on time." After that, Otto hung up the phone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSylvia gritted her teeth in anger.
‘Clark, you are looking for trouble." ‘Very well then." Six o'clock in the evening.
Sylvia arrived at Andrews Residence on time.
Looking at the setting sun, Sylvia retracted her gaze and looked at Andrews Residence's gate.
There was a black Mercedes-Benz parked outside. Obviously, it was Clark's car.
She did not expect that Clark would come so early.
She grabbed her bag, stepped into Andrews Residence's courtyard, and walked all the way to the living room.
As soon as she entered, she saw a lazy and feminine man on the sofa. The man had a charming face, and his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised. A trace of flirtatiousness flowed out of the corners of his eyes.
Tammy looked up at Clark like a fan of his, and with a shy face, she brought a bowl of creamy chicken soup to Clark, "Mr. Wilson, | personally cooked this. Have a taste.” "Get it away from me. | don't like creamy food." Clark's feminine and handsome face was suffused with a trace of gloominess as he stared coldly at Tammy.
The fawning smile on Tammy's face immediately froze. She said a little bit hesitantly, "Mr. Wilson, | just wanted to show you my cooking skills." "Take it away! | don't need it." Clark sneered.
Tammy felt wronged and uncomfortable. With a scarlet red face, she said. "My apologies, Mr. Wilson." Sylvia stood at the door and looked at this scene. She felt that it was a little funny.
It was obvious that Tammy kissed the wrong ass.
She wanted to show her good traits as a gentlewoman to Mr. Wilson, but...
She couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Clark coldly. "Mr. Wilson, we meet again.” Clark heard a crispy and familiar voice.
He suddenly looked towards the door and saw Sylvia's lovely face without makeup, and she was looking at him and Tammy with a smile on her face.
However, the woman looked frivolous as if she was enjoying the show.
It was her!