Chapter 385 Which Contestant Are You
Without turning his head at the sound of Mr. Allen's bowing behind him, Mr. Bourbon issued a cold command, "Someone show our guest out."
His voice was devoid of any emotion, his gaze never leaving the documents in front of him.Caught mid-bow, Mr. Allen felt a suffocating sense of dread wash over him.
The gravity of his situation was sinking in, the consequences of his actions looming ominously over him. Mr. Bourbon had no intention of showing him mercy.
It was clear that Lucine and Calla would not be offered any chance of redemption either. The implications were dire. The entire Allen family was bound to be implicated.
They were finished!Half an hour later, the news of Mr. Allen's self-surrender had gone viral, immediately topping the trending charts. The public was in shock.
The renowned philanthropist, long associated with the Bourbon family, was now being accused of a ruthless act - attempting to murder Phillipe's father years ago. Back at their home, Lucine's parents had been anxiously awaiting good news.
Instead, they were blindsided by the news of Mr. Allen turning himself in at the police station. He confessed that Phillipe's father's fall into the pool was no accident - it was he who had pushed him.Grayson broke out in a cold sweat.
Before he could regain his composure, their butler rushed in with news that the police were at their doorstep, investigating an old homicide case.Grayson and Fiona's minds immediately went back to the accident years ago, when they had hit a little girl while driving down a mountain road.
The girl had been out with her grandmother and, feeling tired, was resting under a tree. She had gone to fetch water from a nearby stream for her thirsty grandmother.
In his hurry to get home, Grayson had been driving too fast and couldn't stop in time, hitting her.They had considered settling with the grandmother privately, but she, devastated, refused any compensation, demanding a life for a life.Realizing that the grandmother and granddaughter had only each other, with no other family or friends, Grayson and Fiona made a deadly decision to end it all by also hitting the grandmother and throwing her off the cliff.
They thought they had covered their tracks perfectly over the years, but now the police had shown up unexpectedly."Could it be Phillipe?" Grayson felt a chill throughout his body.
Only Phillipe had the means to pursue such a vendetta. Any prey he set his sights on, he would obtain.
Now, the Allen family was his target, and with his attention, they were on the brink of collapse!
Fiona panicked, "Could it be that girl Abella? Our daughter mentioned she was no ordinary child."
Whoever it was, the predicament the Allen family faced was more troubling than they had imagined.
Before the police took them away, Grayson received a call from the company regarding a tax evasion investigation, causing the stocks to plummet and morale to falter.
Soon, the news of Grayson and Fiona's hit-and-run and tax fraud exploded on social media.They were even implicated in illegal business practices.Before long, the news of Lucine and Calla hiring a hitman also hit the headlines.
The once towering figure in people's eyes had fallen.Online, there was an uproarious outcry against the Allen family, wishing them the worst and condemning their monstrous actions.
And to make matters worse, the Allen family's distant and close relatives, whether in politics or business, were all under police scrutiny."Abella, nicely done!" Clare couldn't help but praise as she read the news over the phone, knowing instantly that it had Abella's fingerprints all over it.
"They brought it on themselves."It was amazing to think that a young lady from the prestigious Allen family would personally get involved in such shenanigans. Escaping blame would be tough now."Maybe they didn't trust anyone else to handle it, but they clearly didn't think through the consequences if it ever came to light."
In any case, it was foolish. It had dragged their entire family into the abyss. Their ancestors must be turning in their graves.
"Forgive me, I have another call coming through," Abella interjected, her eyes darting to the caller ID. It was a call from Mr. Bourbon.
Swiftly ending her current conversation, she answered the incoming call, her voice softening, "Grandpa."
"Thank you, Abella," Mr. Bourbon's voice came through, sounding weary yet laced with affection and fondness for her."I've received word from Phillipe that you're responsible for all the recent findings. You've done an exceptional job, far surpassing your peers. I'm incredibly proud to have you as my granddaughter-in-law."
A smile blossomed on Abella's face, her gaze softening, "Grandpa, you're too kind."
"Have you considered joining the Bourbon family enterprise? With you and Phillipe at the helm, I believe you'd be unstoppable."Abella hadn't anticipated Mr. Bourbon's personal invitation, particularly when her plate was already overflowing.
The prospect of managing the Bourbon Group seemed daunting."Grandpa, I still need to complete my studies."
"The Bourbon Group will eventually be yours and Phillipe's. Starting now will only make the transition smoother in the future."Abella found herself torn between declining and accepting, offering a compromise instead, "Let's discuss this at a later date. Remember the medicine I gave you, the one in the white bottle? You should take one today."
"Don't fret, my heart's been steady today. I've been adhering to your advice, taking my medication on time, and I'm feeling much better," Mr. Bourbon reassured her, rambling on the phone.
"If it weren't for you, I'd still be deceived by that old swindler! To think he pretended to be my son's savior, the audacity!"Mr. Bourbon's irritation was palpable every time the topic surfaced.Abella couldn't help but chuckle, charmed by this endearing side of Mr. Bourbon that only revealed itself in private.In her company, he was his authentic self, unguarded and candid.
"It's unfathomable, those Allen girls daring to conspire behind my back. But rest assured, I've already made a few calls. They won't have an easy road ahead!"Mr. Bourbon desired more than a mere slap on the wrist for those who had wronged him.
He wished for them to rue their actions for a lifetime and tremble at the thought of crossing anyone ever again.
"Thank you, Grandpa," Abella responded, aware of Mr. Bourbon's fierce protectiveness, yet surprised by the extent he was willing to go.
"Are you back at school now?" Mr. Bourbon asked, concern tingeing his voice.
"Yes, I'm in the dorm," she confirmed."The Fourth of July is approaching. Do you have any plans? Your grandma and I would love to take you out!"
Abella's smile broadened, "I actually have a contest to attend."
"A contest? What type? Can we come and support you?"Regardless of the nature of the competition, he and his wife were prepared to back her all the way!
"What kind of contest?" Mr. Bourbon inquired further.
"It's a fashion design contest.""Ah, a field you excel in. So, are you a contestant? What's your number? We'll come and cast our votes for you."Her grin widened even further, "I'm a judge."
The word 'judge' momentarily caught Mr. Bourbon off guard. A judge. His granddaughter-in-law wasn't a contestant. She was a judge. He was aware of an upcoming international fashion design contest.
To attend such a prestigious event as a judge was a testament to her capabilities.She had indeed surpassed so many in her field.
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