Chapter 371 Revenge (Part 1)
Luke never expected that Joe didn't die naturally; he was in the ICU for several days before Margaret signed the papers to stop treatment.
During that time, Luke was busy taking care of Elsa and had been deliberately distancing himself from Margaret after discovering her shady dealings.
Since it wasn't a natural death, it was very likely that Margaret chose a moment that was advantageous for her to give up on Joe's treatment. The answer was becoming clear, and Luke frowned deeply.
The Taylor Group was the most powerful family in Maplewood City, and naturally, there were plenty of people in the underworld willing to do their bidding. It didn't take long for Luke's suspicions to be confirmed.
The same method was used: found a thug, paid him a sum of money, and gave him a taxi with a dubious background. The thug would then pose as a taxi driver to kidnap the target.
The taxi was tampered with as well. One thug had an accident on his way back after locking Elsa in a warehouse, and another had an incident right after picking up Hailey.
His friend, who had always pretended to be innocent, turned out to have the most vicious heart in the world.
Luke's eyes darkened with cold fury. He had lost his child and the woman he loved most, all thanks to Margaret!
Margaret was drinking alone at a nightclub.
It had been five days since her affair with Terry was exposed. She had sent Luke numerous messages explaining herself, but he never responded. Eventually, he blocked her.
Jasmine, on the other hand, called and messaged her every day to curse her, like a relentless ghost.
Margaret had been dealt a winning hand from birth: a good family background, beauty, doting parents, and men who adored her.
She had chosen the wrong path. When Luke had some interest in her, she didn't advance their relationship but instead went abroad to marry Brandon, who she thought had more potential at the time.
After discovering Brandon was a scumbag and divorcing him to return home, the world had changed.
If she had known Luke would get divorced, if she had known Jasmine would discover her affair with Terry, she wouldn't have acted this way. But there's no such thing as foresight in this world.
She would never have the chance to win Luke's favor again. Perhaps, she had lost it the moment Elsa appeared.
It was her obsession that blinded her.
Margaret drank one glass after another, already feeling tipsy.
Late at night, a young boy wearing a trendy T-shirt and a Chrome Hearts necklace walked over and smiled as he sat across from Margaret. He looked no older than 18, but his eyes showed the cunning of a seasoned player.
"Are you alone?"
Margaret, who always appeared innocent but was wild at heart, had seen many boys dressed like this.
"How much?" Margaret asked, her eyes hazy with drunkenness.
Used to trading her looks and body for what she wanted, she occasionally paid for male companionship to balance her mindset. This was a common practice among women skilled in using their allure.
Spending the money earned from her body on handsome men was typical behavior among women who served as mistresses for older men. Margaret, though a wealthy heiress, had mastered the art of seduction from a young age and naturally had her own needs to vent.
Especially now, when she felt so repressed and miserable.
The boy was momentarily stunned by her directness and raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you think is fair."
Margaret pulled out her wallet and counted out a wad of cash, tossing it over. The boy took it without counting and stuffed it into his cargo pants pocket. "My place?"
Margaret stood up and walked out with him, his arm around her waist.
In the past, she would have been more discreet to protect her reputation, at least wearing sunglasses and a mask and leaving separately from the male model. Now, having given up on marrying Luke, she didn't care anymore.
"Let's take my car." The boy pulled out a key from his pocket and pressed it towards the parking lot.
It was a modified black Passat that looked old with its license plate removed.
The car beeped electronically, and Margaret caught the boy's smirk out of the corner of her eye. For some reason, she felt a sudden pang of anxiety.
"Let's not go to your place. Let's stay at the hotel nearby."
She had gone home with strangers before, but this time, Margaret felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Come on." The boy tightened his grip around her waist, making it impossible for her to move.
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