Chapter 135 A Mother''s Fury
Chapter 135 A Mother''s Fury
Wilfred raised an eyebrow, but he didn''ty it bare.
He shook hands with Paul and said, "Hello, can we go inside and talk?"
"Of course, pleasee on in." Paul was going out, but since the two had arrived, he dismissed the
idea.
Lilian didn''t know what Wilfred was up to, but this man was reliable enough, so she followed them
inside.
Paul warmly invited them inside, serving water and fruits.
Once inside, Wilfred nced around the room. The sofa was slightly messy with a worn-out nket
piled on top,pletely out of ce in this luxurious room.
He picked up the nket, and without even sniffing it, the unmistakable scent of an elderly person
wafted into his nose.
"Oh, Mr. Landau, it''s dirty. Let me take it inside." Paul grabbed the nket and hurried into the
bathroom, tossing it into theundry basket.
Wilfred walked around the room, noticing a bowl and a set of kitchenware resting on top of the wine
cab beside the dining room.
Someone was cooking in the kitchen, but the door was closed, so he couldn''t see who it was.
After Paul came out, Wilfred asked him, "Is your wife cooking in the kitchen?"
Paul''s expression changed. His wife had gone to her mother''s house, and it was his mother who
was cooking.
He forced a smile and said, "Well, it''s my mother. You know, old people can''t sit still."
Wilfred nodded and returned to the sofa, sitting down. "Let''s get down to business."
Paul''s eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together. "Did your wife tell you?"
Wilfred nodded. "Yes, she did. So, there''s no need for you to put on a show here. Get straight to the
point."
Paul chuckled. It seemed that the old woman still had some status in the Landau family after all
these years. Now that Mr. Landau was here, he could extort a sum of money.
Suddenly, he felt that 800 thousand dors wasn''t enough.
"Alright, I won''t beat around the bush. Give me 800 thousand dors, and you can take my mother
away. No bargaining."
Lilian grew anxious, trying to say something. It was a shame that she couldn''t speak, and Paul
didn''t understand signnguage. She could only fret silently.
Wilfred gave her a reassuring look.
"What you''re doing is ckmailing. She is your mother, yet you''re using her to extort money. It''s
tantamount to kidnapping. Aren''t you afraid of us filing awsuit against you and sending you to
prison?"
Paul''s expression changed. The pleasing smile he had before disappeared.
His face fell, and he said, "You can go ahead! She''s my mother, and I can do as I please. Do you
think you can scare me? Do you have any evidence? If you want to sue me, go ahead. I didn''t
kidnap her."
"But you are ckmailing us. That can be used as evidence, right?" Wilfred said.
Paul froze and then grew impatient. "Why did youe here? Do you want to talk or not? If you
don''t, then leave quickly. Your family is rich, but you''re unwilling to give us 800 thousand dors.
Shame on you, bah!"
"If we leave, will you treat your mother well?"
Paulughed and spat. "Why do you care? If you don''t want to give me money, then stop pretending
to be good people."
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Fabiana emerged from the kitchen and knocked Paul''s head with a spat.
"Beast! Do you want to trade me for 800 thousand dors? Why don''t you just kill me?"
Paul covered his head and turned around, ring at Fabiana. He raised his hand, ready to p her.
"You old hag, do you have a death wish?"
Fabiana wasn''t afraid at all. She stubbornly presented her face to him and said, "Hit me! Go ahead
and hit me! Let them see how you treat your mother, you heartless beast. You deserve to be
penniless."
Paul''s chest heaved with anger. If it weren''t for the fear that this old woman couldn''t bear the blow,
he would have already struck her.
He only wanted money, and he didn''t want tomit a crime.