Chapter 985

After years of drifting and scheming, she thought she could leverage this piece of information to her advantage.

"The most precious thing to you has been snatched away by Florence! Ha, ha, ha..."

Elaine laughed mockingly, squinting her sinister eyes, "Do you even have a clue where Florence is? She's played a masterstroke, and in the end, you're not just risking losing Ludwik, but you'll be stripped of everything. Oh, the irony." "...What do you mean?" Her attempt to seem indifferent, as if about to divulge some crucial secret, left Whitney grappling for clues.

Yet, Whitney sensed Elaine's expression wasn't mere bluff.

Frowning, Whitney pondered, Florence stole something from her?

Elaine mentioned it was her most prized possession?

What could it be?

Her breath heavy, her hand shot out, gripping Elaine's throat, her patience worn thin, "What are you trying to say? What do you know about Florence?

Are you bluffing or is there truth to your words? Spit it out, or I swear I'll end you here and now!"

"Oh, go ahead, try me! Ashton won't let you off the hook!

Ha, if you had the guts, you would've dealt with me personally last night.

Too high and mighty to get your hands dirty, huh? Thought you'd have me kidnapped, limbs broken, and dumped in Savanterra, huh? Thought I'd die without a trace there, and you could wash your hands clean of it. Why would I let you and Parker strangle me without a fight!

I stabbed myself to bet on a chance, preferring to die here rather than be cast away to Savanterra, never to return!

Now, Ashton will cherish me even more, riddled with guilt. Whatever's going on between him and me is none of your business. Count your days, you'll soon be in over your head. Go back to your Emperor City!" Whitney's face faltered, what was she on about?

"What did Florence take from me?" she demanded, her grip tightening, her gaze turning icy.

turned a shade of deep purple under her grasp, yet she smirked, sealing her lips, "Let

had, and Florence

hissing laugh, venomous as a snake's, sent

had no clue what Florence had

supposed to have vanished after

incriminating, she

no logical sense. What had she been

mind was a whirlwind of confusion, when suddenly,

could it be connected to

fraught with suspicion. Her grip on

Ding-a-ling-!

inside her purse. Whitney was reluctant to answer, but a quick glance revealed it was

for air, looked as if she had seen

expressionless, blocked Elaine's path to the door, neither moving nor allowing Elaine any room

mingling, as Whitney tilted her head to answer the call, steadying

Are you still in Banyan

addressing Sammy as her child in

straight to the point, "Mom, I heard from Cherry that Mr. Doonan's situation is almost settled,

Whitney sensed something amiss from his tone and clenched her phone

"The day before yesterday, Danny and I were out,

your grandpa?" Whitney's face

plenty of bodyguards, they're not

contacted

couldn't reach you and seemed anxious. His voice... it sounded like he was hurt? Mom, you should get in touch with him

injured and finally reached out, only to blame her

been on... but with the chaos over the past week

heightened Whitney's

Bryce still a looming

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