Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 324 Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned

Nicole whispered in her daughter's ear for a few minutes, and Chloe started laughing happily.

"He-he, and I was worried once she entered the Ackman Group, her position in your father’s heart would rise. If this incident sees the light, she will be enveloped in scandal.”

Hatred shone in Nicole's eyes.

"By then only your father, the rumors about her in society and amongst the Dawsons would be enough to drown her."

"The past few days, your father has been praising the little bitch non-stop, complimenting her for winning first place and entering the Ackman Group."

"Hmph, who could guess his daughter would commit such a taboo, we'll see how he'll praise her after news spreads!"

Chloe smiled gleefully and scoffed, "Last night she was throwing her relationship in my face, saying they can be together because they’re not related by blood. We'll see how long more she can stay this arrogant!"

"Hah, blood relations? To rich families like this, pride and honor are what they care about. Once rumors like this start circulating, even if it can't affect people of such caliber like Liam, for small fry like Anna, she’ll b e kicked out of the game in no time." "Mom, so what should we do now? Should we go to the Dawsons and tell Grandma or..."

"You fool, Grandma Dawson is Mr. Ackman's aunt, besides, she feels guilty towards Anna because of Bryan, she wouldn’t do anything to her."

At the sound of this, Chloe slumped like a deflated balloon, "Then what can we do? This won't do, that can't work, we can’t watch on as she marries Mr. Ackman and becomes my aunt, can we?"

Nicole’s eyes shone with a calculative gaze, and said i n a low voice, "Don't worry, allow me some time to ponder this issue, it'll be bad if we anger Mr. Ackman accidentally." 1

"Right, Mom, yesterday Anna said something weird to me, I can't for the life of me figure out what she's trying to say, but I think there's a hidden message in her words."

Chloe repeated Anna's words to her mother. Nicole fell onto the bed, face pale as a ghost, panicked and distraught.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"It's bad, how could she know where the bracelet is?"

"I thought she was just bluffing! She said she wanted t o go tell on me to Grandma, but she didn’t.”

"I thought she was most probably just trying to scare m e! So she really knows.”

Nicole sighed, "I kept it in a safe deposit box in a bank and bought an insurance policy for it, so we can get some compensation.

The money is coming into my hands soon, but now that she knows, if she tells Grandma Dawson, my plan will fall out, the insurance premium will go down the drain too."

Chloe punched the blankets in anger and said with hatred in her voice, "That damn bitch, is she trying to kill us? So what if she knows? Grandma didn’t blame me the last time, this time she won't too. I have a free pass in my belly."

"But what a pity, if we got the compensation we could use it to get that stupid gambler to shut up, then we wouldn’t have to worry about him every day."

Nicole felt her heart bleeding, most of the money from her jewelry sale went to the insurance premium, she thought it was a fool-proof plan but then the little bitch had to find out.

She was busy with school and her practical assessments, where did she find the time to investigate?

Could it be...

At the thought of the all-powerful, high, and mighty man, a cold sweat broke out over Nicole’s forehead.

How could she be so stupid, putting it in the bank and try to commit insurance fraud? She was practically

exposing herself.

She had to think of another way soon, to put this unfortunate incident behind her.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? I’m asking you a question." Chloe pushed her shoulders lightly.

"What did you say?”

"I asked you how are we going to give the money to the gambler, our seven days are almost up, if we can’t gather five million dollars, what should we do if he goes crazy and causes a scene in front of Daddy?” 1

A vicious gleam shone in her eyes, "Don't worry, I'll make it so he can't appear for the moment..."

Every city had a red-light district.

Johannes City was no exception.

It was called the red-light district, but in actuality, it was just a row of dilapidated shophouses. Some had n o business plaques at all and most were advertising saloons or massage parlors.

In the day, the place was so quiet it almost seemed abandoned, with nothing out of the ordinary, but at night, the area was bathed in a sea of pink lights, mesmerizing to the eye.

Countless scantily dressed women stood at the doorways, their makeup thick and beguiling, positioning themselves in lewd, seductive positions.

From a distance, it looked like a bunch of eerie, ghostly lights, with women that looked like sirens enticing men to enter in search of pleasure and excitement.

Bruce Walker strode out of a small massage parlor looking particularly satisfied, before leaving, he gave the boss's wife a sharp smack on her butt, laughing eerily.

This was a shop he had been frequenting recently, he would come here once every two or three days, forming a routine. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

He stopped by a rotisserie nearby and bought half a chicken, then bought a bottle of beer, and headed to his room, swigging the beer in his hand and taking a bite of chicken on the way.

He was limping slightly, the result of a drunken fight a few days ago.

He used the money Nicole gave him to book himself a small single room. The rest, he had splurged on unneeded luxuries. If he didn't manage to steal some, h e would be running short.

At the thought that five million dollars would be entering his hands soon, a skip entered his step.

He stumbled into a deserted alleyway.

Tonight, the sky was cloudy, the moon hiding behind the clouds, allowing just wisps of moonlight to shine through.

Bruce hummed under his breath, burping from time to time, his footsteps becoming increasingly light.

Suddenly, a round of heavy and uneven footsteps rang out from behind him and in a matter of seconds stopped right behind him.

Before he could turn his head, a sack wrapped around him from the top of his head, a knot was tied around his head, and he was kicked to the ground.

He was terrified, enduring the dizziness that came with the impact from colliding with the ground, and shouted hurriedly, "Who is it? Who are you? Are you sure you got the right guy? I'm a newcomer, I couldn't have angered you!"

The scarred man kicked him again and said viciously, "I'm looking for you, Bruce Walker! You sure damn well know how to hide, I’ve been looking for you the past few days and just found out you were hiding in a woman's lap! You're not fucking worried you'll get exhaustion do you!"

Bruce pressed his hands against his rolling stomach, sweat pouring down his face in waves from the pain, and begged, "Please, have mercy on me, I didn't know that girl is your mistress. I’m so sorry, please, I won't g o there again, please don't hit me."

"Fuck! And I thought you were a tough cookie, who knew you were such a pussy. I haven't even warmed u p yet, and you’re already fucking begging me."

The scarred man knelt, looked at Bruce who was trembling in fear, and scoffed, "But, you're wrong, I'm not interested in that dirty wench."

He patted Bruce's leg and continued, "Someone asked me to cut off one of your legs, so, you have no one else t o blame but your bad luck."

Bruce froze, then gritted his teeth and roared in anger, "Nicole Baine, that bitch! I underestimated you."

Listening to the sound of the man weighing the metal pole in his hands, Bruce was so terrified he felt like his soul was going to escape his body, and rushed to plead, "Brother, please, listen to me, how much did that bitch pay you? I’ll double it, don’t hit me, please."

"Heh, she already told me, you're poor as a beggar, otherwise you wouldn't be wasting your days away in a whore house. I'll make you into a real beggar now, so you'll fit in with them more."

Before he even finished his sentence, the scarred man ignored his pleas, raised the metal pole, and smashed i t into Bruce's leg with all his might.

"AH!!!”

A blood-curdling scream of pain rang through the night sky, echoing throughout the deserted alleyway for a long moment...

The scarred man spit on the ground and left the alley.

He looked around at his surroundings, threw the metal pole carelessly into the nearby trash can, took out his move, and dialed a number.

"Hello? The matter has been settled, when will I gₑₜ the other half of my money?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded delighted, uttering a few sentences then ending the call in a hurry.

The scarred man scoffed, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."