Chapter 278: What If I Refuse?
Hearing her mother’s words, Vanessa smiled. She joined her mother at the table and sat opposite her.
"Mom, don’t worry. We have a few bodyguards outside. They will ensure Abigail can’t bring anyone in here."
"Vanes, what about your friend Milan? Are you planning to hurt her, too?" Betty asked, curious about her daughter’s idea to kidnap her friend and hide her in an abandoned warehouse not far from their location.
They had decided not to bring Milan here to ensure no one would become suspicious of them. Also, that would make Abigail unable to do anything but follow their request.
"Well, my people already beat Milan to get information about Abigail, but Milan is stubborn. She’d rather take a beating than betray Abigail. It’s so frustrating that she won’t spill anything about her..." Vanessa said, annoyed. "Milan is hiding something from me; she is working with Abigail now!"
Vanessa’s eyes flashed with anger. She suspected Abigail and Milan colluded and laughed about Urbangrid’s impending bankruptcy. She felt incredibly stressed. Ryland now seemed like a madman; every time he came home, he beat her and expressed his annoyance toward her.
This is her last hope. She plans to force Abigail to return to the company to help secure another project. And to make Ryland stop blaming her again.
"But, Vanes, you can’t harm Milan or take her life. Your punishment will be severe if this doesn’t go as planned, dear..." Betty expressed her worry once more. She had already lost her husband; she didn’t want her only daughter to end up in prison, too.
Vanessa clenched her fist tightly. She understood the consequences but didn’t want to be Ryland’s punching bag when he got angry with the company.
"Mom, I’d prefer going to prison rather than letting Ryland torture me!" Vanessa snapped, struggling to hold back her tears.
"Oh dear..." Betty lost her words. She didn’t know how to respond to her daughter, but one thing she wanted to tell her was, "You are so stupid! Why did you steal your sister’s fiancé?" However, she couldn’t say that, fearing it would make her daughter even sadder.