Chapter 310: Why do you need my help?
Ethan’s throat felt parched. The hair on his nape stood on end as Lydia’s words sank in. He had almost forgotten about those damn recordings. But now, he realized he was still trapped in the web of his past. Escaping wouldn’t be as easy as he had anticipated.
Frustration twisted inside him.
"Why do you need my help?" he ground out. "You have no idea what kind of situation I’m in. The Williams family has already disowned me. I don’t work at Williams Holdings anymore. I’m a nobody. How the hell do you expect me to help you? Why not reach out to your dear friend, Mr. Blair? Isn’t he rich and influential?"
"Do you think I haven’t tried?" Lydia’s frustration was evident in her biting tone. "But he refused to help me."
Ethan sneered. So, that was it. She had exhausted all her options, and now, in sheer desperation, she had turned to him. He regained his confidence, his initial apprehension vanishing.
Lydia was weak. Vulnerable. She was completely alone—no power, no allies. Just a criminal rotting behind bars. She was clinging to the last remnants of control, but
Ethan saw an opportunity—an opportunity to erase her from the equation entirely. A small sum of money in the right hands could end her game in prison permanently. No one would ever have to know.
But first, he needed to figure out what she was up to.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, curious.
A sly chuckle came from Lydia. "Now you’re talking. Listen carefully. I have some cash hidden in a private club, locked away in my secret locker. I need you to go there and retrieve it for me." She paused briefly. "Wait. I’ll send you the password."
A moment later, Ethan’s phone buzzed with a new message. His eyes flicked to the screen, where he saw the address of the private club, followed by a six-digit code—the password of her account.