Chapter 444 Each Harbors Ghostly Intentions
Mia nodded, "Yeah, I want her gone. If you help me out, I'll give you whatever you need."
Mia's plan was definitely risky, and it could easily cost Susan her life if not handled carefully. Susan knew this, but she still nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips, showing her interest in teaming up with Mia.
"Pleasure doing business, Ms. Davis."
"Pleasure doing business, designer."
The two women shook hands, both smiling, but beneath their polished exteriors, they each had their own hidden agendas.
Susan had no intention of actually helping Mia with this dangerous scheme. She was much smarter than Angel and the others. Even if Mia wanted Leo dead, she still preferred calling Margaret Leo—she was a designer and couldn't afford to lose everything she had now.
So, it didn't matter who did the job, as long as it got done.
Mia's gaze shifted slightly but quickly returned. The handshake was just a formality, lasting only a few seconds before they let go.
There was no deep friendship here, no need to pretend otherwise.
"Alright then, I'll be waiting for your good news, Ms. Davis." Susan raised an eyebrow, feeling no guilt. Someone used to being number one could never allow themselves to fall from the top.
Mia nodded, her goal achieved, and there was no reason for her to stay any longer.
Just as she was about to leave, Susan called her back.
Susan returned to her desk, unlocked the bottom drawer, and took out a wallet. She pulled out a card and handed it to Mia. "Ms. Davis, although your request is quite extreme, since you're helping me, I must compensate you. Take this card as a token of my gratitude. Remember, stick to the plan. If I see the design, I'll make sure your request is fulfilled."
Mia smiled confidently. This was exactly what she had been waiting for.
"With your word, I'm reassured. I'll make sure Margaret's design reaches you intact."
Ravenford.
Bradley was indeed efficient. After Margaret and William asked him to set a date for their engagement, it didn't take long for him to spread the news. It was partly to solidify Margaret's status as the future Mrs. Fisher and partly to deter anyone else from pursuing William.
With Bradley's approval, the news spread quickly. Within two days, both print and online media were buzzing about William and Margaret's engagement set for the fifth of next month.
Lucy had been resting at home since returning from Valeria. Her brother, Xu Ziyang, was worried she might see any news about William, so he ordered the servants to hide all the magazines. But today, by chance, he wasn't home.
"The Fisher Group's CEO William..."
Lucy lazily picked up the remote and flipped through the channels, landing on a gossip news segment. Hearing William's name, her eyes lit up, becoming intensely focused.
"Reliable sources say he and Ms. Scott will hold their engagement ceremony on the fifth of next month. Insiders reveal the venue is still being decided."
Hearing Margaret's name, Lucy's face darkened, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred. Why, after all the suffering she endured for William, was Margaret the one to end up with him?
What did that country girl Margaret have that she didn't?
Lucy's eyes were cold, her fingers gripping the sofa cover tightly. She couldn't tolerate William rejecting her, someone of equal status, for Margaret.
No, she couldn't let William and Margaret be together. Absolutely not!
If she couldn't have him, then neither could Margaret!
After being exposed by Margaret and the others on the day of the engagement, Angel was taken to the police station and charged with theft and fraud, resulting in a prison sentence of at least a decade.
Life in prison had been hell for her.
Many inmates looked down on her because of her past actions, and some of the "bosses" in prison bullied her constantly. They made her fetch water only to splash her, knocked over her food tray, and forced her to wash the feet of a woman who had been imprisoned for five years.
"Don't look at me like that. You're just a con artist. Do you really think you're some kind of princess? I heard your dad was a kidnapper, too."
The woman on the bed glanced at Angel and sneered.
Thalia Fairchild was in prison for retaliating against her abusive husband. Despite killing him, she had no regrets and looked down on people like Angel.
Angel hated it when people mentioned her family, but she had endured enough bullying here. Thalia had been in prison for years and could easily beat her up.
Despite her anger, Angel knew she had to hold back. She glared at Thalia but said nothing.
"Still daring to glare at me? Do you think I'm a pushover?" Thalia sneered, spitting on the floor, her tone full of disdain.
A few other female inmates chimed in, "Thalia, don't get mad. She's always like this. Just keep her in line."
One short-haired inmate even threw some trash on the floor, some of it landing on Angel's face.
Angel's anger grew, and she suddenly looked up, glaring at the short-haired inmate.
"What? You dare glare at me?" The short-haired inmate wasn't like Thalia. She glared back and slapped Angel hard.
A red handprint appeared on Angel's face. The inmate sneered, "You think you're a princess? Look at yourself. You're nothing. Stop dreaming. No one cares about you."
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