Chapter 722 Ishara's Secret Meeting with Rock
The man shot him a frosty look, "Bet you're scheming how to get rid of me now, huh? Who you gonna call? Mars and Ronnie to back you up?"
Rock's heart skipped a beat. This man knew he, Mars, and Ronnie were tight.
'Who the hell is this man?' Rock wondered.
"And don't think I don't know your so-called love for Winnie is all twisted. Your feelings are tangled up with a bunch of shady plans." The man let out a cold, low chuckle, "Back in Lymington, when you found out Winnie had two kids, you used Darcy's rage to try and off her kids. And today, your little secret chat with the police chief was all about getting him to bury any leads to Olivia 'cause you killed her, right?"
Rock started shaking like a leaf.
Who was this guy? How did he know all his dirty little secrets?
Even Darcy didn't know about the attempt on those kids in Lymington. And how did he know about today's convo, which had just wrapped up?
"Don't mess with Winnie. Or next time, you'll be a corpse." The man in the passenger seat finished, swung open the car door with his beefy arm, and a car with no plates zoomed up.
The man with the gun next to Rock also bailed. They vanished under the trees in seconds.
Rock gulped hard, then slammed his fist into the car seat, his usually cool face now twisted with fear.
When did Trento City get someone like this? Someone who even knew his skeletons from Lymington?
And this was right by the police station; they were so bold.
His heart pounded with panic.
"Mr. Harrington," Ernest, the driver, turned back, looking scared.
"Get my guys to dig up who this man is!" Rock barked, pulling back his fist with a fierce look.
"Got it, Mr. Harrington. Heading home now?" Ernest asked.
"Nah, take me to The Midnight Lounge Club, and watch it."
Rock thought about Winnie moving into the villa tonight, and anger bubbled up inside him.
He knew better than to cross that man again, who had found out too much of his evil deeds.
He couldn't risk it; his plans in Trento City couldn't afford any screw-ups.
But he felt a burning frustration, having long craved Winnie's body.
At The Midnight Lounge Club, Rock sat alone in a private room, downing a glass of strong liquor.
The door to the private room suddenly creaked open, but he didn't look up until a small hand brushed his neck.
"Get lost!" He snapped, lifting his eyes to see Ishara in a soft white dress, her face a dead ringer for Winnie's, with makeup on, standing behind him all weak and charming.
No matter how Rock looked, she had this delicate, pure vibe.
Plus, she was young, which added to that innocent feel. Rock suddenly got why Lawrence couldn't bring himself to hurt this face and kept mistaking her for Winnie.
He sneered, "Ishara? What do you want?"
Ishara ignored the warning in his voice and clung to his strong arm, sitting next to him, "Mr. Harrington, is Winnie too busy to hang with you? You look so lonely."
She smiled as she poured him more wine, "But even if Winnie were here, it'd be a drag to keep up appearances in front of her, right?"
Rock eyed her delicate expression, his gaze narrowing.
'If only this face were Winnie's, if only Winnie would use this voice to seduce me,' Rock thought.
He suddenly sneered, "Ishara, impressive. Aren't you busy seducing Mars? Mars is a tough nut to crack, right? I heard he brings home a bunch of women, doesn't treat you like anything special. Now that he's no use to you, you're aiming at me?"
"Mars's value is up in the air," Ishara laughed, ignoring his jab, "I came to you, Mr. Harrington, because I need your power to protect me for a bit."
This way, Lawrence couldn't force her into an abortion, and the cops wouldn't link Melanie's case back to her.
"And what makes you think you can cling to me now?" Rock disdainfully pinched her chin, "I made it clear at Carlos's hospital last time; you're worthless to me."
"Says who?" Ishara suddenly lowered her head and touched her belly, "What if I said the child in my belly is Winnie and Lawrence's?"
Rock's eyes widened in shock.
Ishara smiled provocatively, "When I told Mars, he had the same shocked look as you. Am I sincere enough? Mr. Harrington, if you help me, I can help you secure cooperation with the Blanchet Family. Winnie is still pushing you away, right? She doesn't fully trust you and is wary of you. I just found out my dad seems to be waking up. If he does and sees how devoted you are, he'll be moved and persuade Winnie to let the Blanchet Family and the Harrington Family work together. Winnie won't hesitate anymore."
Rock's eyes flickered, "But why would Carlos agree to let me interfere with the Blanchet Family?"
Ishara playfully said, "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Harrington. I have a lab with many new drugs. As long as you give my dad a certain drug, he'll listen to you and do whatever you want."
Rock's eyes wavered, staring at Ishara's delicate face, "Ishara, that's the Carlos who raised you for twenty years. You're truly vicious and despicable."
Ishara sneered coldly in her heart, slowly wrapping her hands around his neck, "Isn't that a perfect match for you? If I help you, you let me return to the Blanchet Family as the young director, kicking out Winnie.
"Mr. Harrington, the night is so beautiful. Don't you want to taste Lawrence's former woman?" Ishara whispered.
She gently bit Rock's ear.
Rock looked at the side of her face, so similar to Winnie's, and suddenly felt a surge of desire.
He disdainfully looked at her belly, his face showing disgust, "Businessmen don't sleep with pregnant women; it will be very unlucky if something goes wrong."
"Well," Ishara kissed his hand charmingly, kneeling down gently, "there are other ways. Don't you want to take revenge on Lawrence and Winnie? This is their child inside me, right in front of their child."
Rock instantly thought of that twisted pleasure.
He immediately grabbed Ishara's long hair, pulling her onto the couch, hurriedly loosening his belt.
Ishara actually had a lab, and she spoke so confidently; that drug must be a very effective method.
Carlos, he had long set his sights on the Blanchet Family.
It seemed Ishara wasn't entirely useless; at least, she looked very much like Winnie.
His face twisted with rage, he kissed Ishara's mouth in a fit of anger.
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