Chapter 42 He Doesn't Want to Sleep with Her
The phone kept ringing, and it felt like a boulder was crushing her chest.
It rang for a minute, but he didn't pick up.
Margaret's hands shook as she dialed again, but still, no answer.
Not ready to give up, Margaret grabbed a new SIM card and shot a text to Raymond: [Raymond, pick up, save me.]
She dialed his number again.
In the Hughes Group, at the CEO's Office, Sarah, sitting on the couch, glanced around to make sure no one was coming in. She pulled a small paper bag from her purse, stood up, and quickly walked to the desk.
She'd been by Raymond's side for years, and he still wouldn't sleep with her. Today, she was gonna make it happen.
Sarah ripped open the bag, dumped the white powder into the teapot, and shook it until it dissolved.
This stuff was custom-made for Raymond. One sip, and he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Raymond's phone started buzzing again.
He'd left it on the desk when he rushed to the bathroom after a meeting.
Sarah picked it up.
An unknown number flashed on the screen.
There was also a text: [Raymond, pick up, save me.]
Sarah hung up. She knew Ashley had made her move on Margaret.
Margaret stood in the freezing wind.
The blizzard was getting worse, snow piling on her shoulders, hair, and face.
Ashley floored it, the car speeding straight at Margaret.
Margaret thought, 'Raymond must be busy, so he hasn't seen my calls.'
She'd called a bunch of times.
Finally, Raymond answered.
He did care. He picked up!
Margaret clutched the phone, screaming, "Raymond, save me! Someone's trying to kill me!"
On the other end, she heard Sarah's low laugh.
Margaret gripped the phone tighter, yelling, "It's you? How could it be you? Let Raymond answer!"
"Margaret, Raymond's in the shower. He'll be busy with me later, so he doesn't have time for your crap." Sarah laughed softly. "I drugged him. He won't be able to resist me later!"
She was being chased, and Raymond was flirting with Sarah.
How ironic, ridiculous, and pathetic.
"I said, let Raymond answer!" Anger took over her fear, and she growled, "Let him answer!"
Sarah said, "Hold on."
There was a knocking sound, and Sarah asked coldly, "Raymond, Margaret says someone's trying to kill her and wants you to save her. Should we cancel our plans?"
Margaret was on edge. Would Raymond come to save her?
Just one call of him could save her.
Sarah sneered, "Oh, Raymond says he wishes you'd die sooner. Margaret, I can't help you. Meddling in others' business brings bad luck."
The call ended.
Margaret's heart sank.
He wished she'd die sooner. That was right. Raymond wanted her death.
Margaret thought, 'How stupid am I? What am I still hoping for?'
Maybe she was too heartbroken to feel fear anymore, not even the will to survive.
She closed her eyes in despair, waiting for death.
If she was meant to die, so be it.
The wrecked car, like a wild horse out of control, with its warm-colored headlights, lit up Margaret's pale, resigned face.
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