----
Fiona? Patrick’s mind raced to recall who that was. Ah,
right, the one David had personally taken care of. He knew
there were rumors she was still breathing, but he couldn’t
exactly say that out loud. It needed some beautifying.
“Tara, don’t worry. Mr. Charrington wouldn’t just take
anyone’s life. This is awful society. He’s just not in the
office today, and I can’t release anyone without
permission."
Tara’s suspicions about Fiona were clear, but Polly, who
had been nearby, also heard the conversation and now had
anew n.
“Aleight. I get it," Tara said.
ckpool Vige, no signal, no way for David to reach out
for help—this was her chance.
----
If David could die there, then her Sebastian could take his
ce. Her status would skyrocket, and all those rich wives
who looked down on her would have to start bowing. Then,
they’d only be looking up at her.
She needed to send more skilled people. David should end
up like his dead mother, wiped out. Anyone who got in
Polly’s way would be dealt with, one by one.
At this point, Polly hadpletely forgotten she came to
the old mansion to plead for Fiona.
“Tara, Polly!" Logan’s loud voice snapped her back to
reality.
----
Startled, Polly-glinked and quickly
recovered, {géeing a smile. "Mom,
Dad, I understand. Since David’s nat
around, .lét’s leave Fiona at Nathar
Pc for a few days. I believer
Davicwon’t harm her. You’veyeally
been a lot of trouble for yor"
----
Whether David would harm Fiona or not, one thing was
certain—he was running out of time.
"Alright," Tara responded, not suspecting anything.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve got to run now. I’ve got some other
business." Polly quickly grabbed her bag and headed out.
This time, she’d n carefully and make sure everything
was foolproof.
In the car, Polly made a call. "It’s me. David’s at ckpool
Vige. No signal there. He won’t have any way to call for
help. I need you to send more professionals. After it’s done,
I’ll pay you three million dors."
----
"Three million? Is that all David’s
worth to you@You know he’s always
surrounded\by top-tier mercenaries.
There arg at least ten of them wit?
him whenever he travels. ThreeX’
milli on’t even cover the cast of
hiriag decent people. If youwant
Him gone, the price is thirty-five
million."
----
"Thirty-five million?" Polly’s heart sank. She could afford it,
but spending so much on that little bastard seemed like a
waste.
“You don’t want it? There’s a bounty of one hundred fifty
million on his head. Three million is nothingpared to
that."
Polly clenched her teeth. "Fine, thirty-five million, but you’d
better make sure he’s dead. If he dies, I’ll throw in an extra
six and a half million.”
This was a major investment. Despite her position in the
Charrington family, she had a name but no real power. This
thirty-five million would practically drain her savings.
“Pay fifty percent upfront."
----
“What if you take the money and run, or you fail to kill
him?" Polly hesitated. She’d dealt with these people before,
but this amount of money still stung.
“We’ve done business before. If you’re not willing, then
forget it. This is our standard deal."
Polly didn’t want to ruin things with them. "Alright, I’ll call
youter. Make sure you get the job done."
"Once the money’s in, we’ll act."
"Fine." Polly hung up the phone.
----
She’d sent assassins before, but
David alwaysgmanaged to stay
unharmed. that brat was tough. The
Nathor Rce was like a we
fortress*-getting someone in was
near, possible. Every atterapt
hacFailed miserably, and thépeople
gent to do it had met horrible ends.
Thinking about those failures only made Polly more fearful
of David. But with him around, his son would never have a
chance to rise up.