Chapter 294 Mr. Lewis, Such a Temper
Austin was leaning on the conference table, looking like he was about to pass out. Next thing you know, he hits the floor, and the whole room goes nuts.
Alex got sick a couple of years back, and after Jerry "bit the dust" in that explosion, Austin took over the Hammer Group.
Even though Jerry's back in the picture now, the media's still all over Austin.
With the Hammer Group's stock bouncing around, Austin's sudden collapse and trip to the hospital made headlines fast. Investors, already on edge, started freaking out and dumping their shares.
Austin passing out threw the Hammer Group into chaos. If the cash flow stops, bankruptcy's just around the corner.
Someone anonymously spilled the beans that Austin fainted because of his son Jerry, not business stuff, but over some married woman.
And that wasn't all; the anonymous source dropped a recording too. "Austin, if I find out you messed with her, you better start planning your funeral. Otherwise, I might just dump your body."
[That voice sounds like Mr. Jerry Hammer? But man, it's a nice voice.]
[Probably. The Hammer family only has one son publicly. How dare that former illegitimate kid.]
[So hot. If I had a husband like that, I wouldn't have to put up with my in-laws.]
[Seriously, how do I get a guy like that?]
[Can you all be normal? He's ready to kill his own dad for a woman, and you're praising him?]
[Yeah, you can remarry if you lose a wife, but you only get one dad.]
[I'm more curious about who this woman is. Everyone knows Mr. Hammer isn't into women. Did she drug him? Or is she from a powerful family?]
[No way. If she was from a powerful family, she'd be flaunting it, not staying low-key.]
[Who knows where this seductress came from? And she's married. Her last marriage probably wrecked her husband's family too.]
[Right, her ex-husband must've had a rough time divorcing her. Bad luck.]
[Poor Mr. Hammer.]
[Oh come on, you guys don't even know if it's true or not, don't slander her.]
["What? Can't we just talk?]
The online debate was endless, but with some people stirring the pot, more and more folks started cursing Hope.
Kimberly looked at these comments, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She wanted to see Hope, that bitch, utterly ruined.
Outside the abandoned factory, four or five tall, burly foreigners stood guard, clearly skilled fighters.
As soon as we got out of the car, two guys with iron rods approached, glanced at Cecil, then looked at me with hostility. "Did Desmond send you?"
The Desmond they mentioned was probably the guy on the phone.
I nodded. "Yeah, where's my grandma?"
"Follow him inside, Desmond's been waiting for you."
One of them led us inside, up this sketchy staircase with no railings. When I looked up, there was this middle-aged dude with a mean mug, sitting with his legs crossed, and Claire, tied up and out cold, right next to him.
"Claire." I rushed to get to her; her body couldn't handle this kind of crap.
But before I could get close, I felt a gun pressed to my temple. A little warning, I guess.
"Jack." The middle-aged guy didn't seem like he wanted to get involved at first, but then he hesitated, uncrossed his legs slowly, and smiled. "What are you doing? Ms. Royston is just worried about Claire. Put your gun down; this is Aurelia, not some foreign battlefield."
"Alright." Jack replied, and the gun was pulled away from my head.
I got this chill looking at Desmond. Even though he was smiling, his eyes were cold and nasty, like a scorpion's, giving me the creeps.
He lit a cigar. "Ms. Royston, are you scared of me?"
"You asked me to come, and here I am." I cut to the chase. "What do you want to let my grandmother go?"
"Good question." Desmond looked at me with a grin. "How about we trade you for her?"
As soon as he said that, I heard the click of a gun being cocked beside me. Cecil had his gun pointed right at Desmond, looking all serious and cold. "You wanna die?"
"Do you think you can walk out of here after killing me?" Desmond didn't even flinch, but then he changed his tone, smiling as he flicked his cigar and looked at me. "Ms. Royston, chill. I'm not here to rob or kill today, just to find out one thing."
I pressed down on Cecil's gun hand. "What is it?"
He replied, "Mrs. Harris's will."
I sneered, "So, what's your deal with Kimberly and Skylar?"
If anyone else wanted the Harris family's assets, they wouldn't need to ask about the will.
But Desmond brought up the will right away. It had to be for those two women.
Desmond sneered, put out his cigar, stood up, clapped his hands, and walked towards me, warning coldly, "Ms. Royston, don't ask questions you shouldn't. Just answer mine honestly."
I instinctively took a step back. "I don't know about Claire's will. I only heard about it from Skylar."
"You're her biological granddaughter, and she never told you?" Desmond squinted, looking suspicious.
I replied coldly, "Since you know so much, you should also know that Claire's condition only recently got better. Before that, she often mistook people and couldn't remember things clearly."
"Really?" Desmond suddenly grabbed my neck fiercely. "You're not messing with me, are you?"
Before I could answer, Cecil punched him, gritting his teeth. "Don't touch her."
Desmond was almost knocked off balance by the punch. In pain, he let go of me, his expression darkened. Just when I thought he was going to lose it, he suddenly laughed, "Mr. Lewis, such a temper?"
"You two know each other?" I was taken aback.
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