My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Back to Denmark, again.

Rupert was just like a hunger prey, he wanted me to give him a million dollars on the spot. How was

that possible? A not so strong evidence for one million dollars?

“Don’t you worry, you will get the money. But I want to see real evidence. This thing that you found is Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

not strong enough to send him to jail. Do you think I’m stupid?” I picked up my purse and stood u to

leave. Rupert grabbed my wrist.

“What makes you think I have to trust you? You never plan to give me the money, or you can’t even get

so much money, right!” Rupert scowled.

He was right, I really didn’t have so much money, and it’s also not easy for me to make this money

appear out of thin air.

I smirked and looked at him, “Evidence is here, and you’re still worrying about not getting any money?

You think Lance wouldn’t have money?”

“Jennie Gomez, what do you mean?” Rupert didn’t get what I mean.

I said, “Lance is also only human, he’s also afraid of going to jail, if you have evidence to send him to

jail, do you think he wouldn’t give you the money you want? The ten million dollars you need? You

weren’t able to threaten him. Why? It’s because you don’t have a strong proof!”

Rupert said, “Then I should just go to him with this tape, why am I still here talking to

you?”

“You’re not wrong, but if you give the evidence to Lance, aren’t you worried that he would take his

revenge on you? Compared to him, you’re an ant, he’s an elephant. He

could make your life meaningless in just a matter of seconds. I know him very well, so if you don’t have

any strong evidence, you better work with me.” I said.

And with that, I stood up and left. I figured Rupert Robinson wasn’t a dumb man, of course he would

understand what I meant.

When I arrived at the mansion, Lance was already home. Strange, he normally reaches home at either

around 6pm or 8pm. Why was he so early today?

We met each other at the door.

Lance was just entering the house. He looked at me and knitted his brows together, “Where have you

been to? Why didn’t you bring along the driver?”

I have already thought of an excuse to tell him the moment I saw him, so I smiled and said, “I went to

the alumni gathering, the driver always drives luxurious cars, I don’t think it was suitable for that….. I

didn’t want my friends to be curious.” Back to Denmark, again.

Lance knew what I meant.

He gave me a cold chuckle and smirked, “Didn’t you say you don’t care about this new status of yours?

Hm?”

“I did say that, but who would want their own friends to know that they are sugar babies or mistresses?”

Lance shot me a cold stare and didn’t say anything. He went into the house and I followed behind. His

phone rang out of a sudden and he answered the call. I saw his rapid of change of expression.

Then he called the airport to schedule of an immediate flight using his private plane.

I didn’t dare go near him as he was obviously not in a good mood, the aura he was giving off could

freeze me to death.

He then turned around and yelled at me, “What the hell are you waiting for? Go pack! We‘re leaving!”

I already guessed it, it must be Mrs Mason.

No one else would be able to make Lance this mad, it will always be either his brother, Leo Mason, or

his grandmother, Mrs Mason.

But what did this have to do with me? Why should I go back? I never want to step into that house ever

again.

I stood on the same spot and didn’t move. Lance glared at me, “Are you deaf?”

“Is it Mrs Mason?”

“Are you hoping that something will happen to her?!” Lance asked back.

At this point, he must be thinking how cruel I was, because I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked

at me.

“No, why are you always assuming the worst of me?” I said.

He suddenly came up to me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me nearer in front of him, the skin of my

head was hurting like hell, I groaned out in pain.

“Jennie Gomez, why did you and your mother had to come to our family? Huh? Both of you are the

reason why my mom died, and now my grandma!”

While he was yelling, his pulled harder and harder. I could already see some strands of my hair on the

floor. The servants were all too afraid to move.

I struggled in his hands, crying out, “I didn’t kill your mother, I didn’t do anything to your grandmother

too, why are you always blaming me for the things that I have never Back to Denmark, again. done?!”

With his hands still in my hair, he threw me across the ground, my abdomen hit the corner of the sofa.

Pain shot through me and I groaned out in pain, yet I still forced myself to laugh, “I’m here, yet when

something happens to your grandmother the first thing you do is blame me! Why are you always so

cruel to me? What did I do wrong? Is it because I’m Karen’s daughter?”