Chapter 116
Try as she might, Mni couldn’t believe Mackenzie was only twenty–seven
years old!
Now that she hadpletely given up on Immanuel she no longer
bothered to disguise her contempt for the man ” don’t get it What does
she see in you ?*
“How would i know? You’ll have to ask her? Immanual answered
perfunctorily
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“Hmph I still think this is all just an act Mni retorted “I too
unbelievable
None of this makes sense. Emmanuel only eams eighty thousand a year
How does hend himself a wife so far out of his league? Fairy tales aren?
even this ridiculous!
Emmanuel merely smiled and said nothing. He didn’t care what the
woman thought and only wanted to send her home and call it a day.
When Emmanuel finally reached home, he wasted no time expressing his
gratitude to Mackenzie. “Ms. Quillen, thank you for ying along tonight.
Not only have you helped me chase away a pesky woman, but you’ve also
made my mother very happy!”
Mackenzie tried to y it off with a casual smile, but no matter how much
she tried, she couldn’t hide the sliver of satisfaction she felt.
I can’t believe it was so easy to win my mother–inw over. I sure am a
charming daughter–inw, aren’t I?
Secondster, however, Mackenzie was back to being cold and indifferent.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m only doing this to repay you for beating Gautier up.
That b*stard has been trying to plot against me over and over again. I
should’ve dealt with him sooner!”
Emmanuel flinched a little before looking at Mackenzie with a stiff smile.
“You already knew about it, Ms. Quillen?”
“Of course. That said, you’d better be on your guard,” Mackenzie warned.
“Gautier isn’t like the clingy women around you. He’s a lot craftier and
harder to deal with. You never know when he’s going to strike!”
”
Although I’ve made Gautier suffer many business losses, I’ve also almost
fallen into his traps several times. The previous incident had to be the
worst! I didn’t even know he had drugged my drinks, and if it weren’t for
Emmanuel’s timely rescue, I have no doubt Hubert would’ve taken
advantage of me! Afterward, even if I wanted revenge, Gautier would use
Hubert as his scapegoat while he gets away scot–free…
“I know. Please be careful too, Ms. Quillen. Feel free to let me know if you
need any help. I may not be good at many things, but I’m confident in my
fighting skills,” Emmanuel proimed.
After all, he was a battle–tested soldier who would never cower from a
fight for justice!
With that, Mackenzie smiled coldly and returned to her room.
The next day, Emmanuel was at work when he received an urgent call
from Alessandra.
“What? Uncle Emerson has been detained overseas?”
“Yes. I heard he was tricked into carrying out illegal activities abroad, but
now that he wants to return home, his captors are demanding a ransom
of one hundred and sixty thousand!” Alessandra choked out.
To make matters worse, her father, Hermann Cadigan, had called early in
the morning and demanded that she chip in eighty thousand. Where was
she supposed to get that much money, though?
After listening to Alessandra’s brief rundown, even the mild–mannered
Emmanuel could no longer hold back his temper.
He had never liked his grandfather, and he especially hated his
good–for–nothing uncle, Emerson Cadigan, who only spent his timezing
around and indulging in vices.
Unfortunately, Alessandra was born to a family in Greendale Vige that
favored sons over daughters, and marrying off the daughters was nothing
more than a financial transaction to them.
Argh! I was told that when Dad wanted to marry Mom, Granddad had the
cheek to ask for one hundred thousand as the betrothal gift! That amount
of money would’ve been enough to build a big house back then, for
goodness‘ sake! Since Dad had just gotten out of the army, he had to part
with all his savings before he could marry Mom. Worst of all, Granddad
didn’t even attend the wedding dinner. Instead, he gave a flimsy excuse
about the venue being too far! I’ll never forget how Mom always tears up
when she talks about this…
s, the more Emmanuel thought about it, the angrier he became. Just
when I believed my maternal family had cut all contact with Mom,
Granddad led a group of rtives to our house three years ago and
insisted that Mom pay off Uncle Emerson’s gambling debts of thirty
thousand! They wouldn’t stop guilt–tripping her by reiterating that she was
his sister… Dad had already passed away then, and with me in the army,
Roselynn couldn’t fend off those sc*mbags by herself. Granddad and
Uncle Emerson never thanked us after taking the money, and I can’t
believe they’re doing it again! How shameless can they get? Are we just
an ATM to them? Is that why they onlye to us when they need money
and treat us like dirt when we don’t have any?