Chapter 266 Hellish Revelry
Edwin had recently assumed the position of head of the family, and the members of the Windsor family regarded him as their leader. From this point forward, his words would carry the most weight in the large family.
However, for Oliver, who did not rely on the Windsor Group for his livelihood, the head of the family held no significance to him.
"Congratulations on achieving your goal. I trust you won’t allow the Windsor Group to decline," Oliver remarked. He glanced at the others before he drove away.
One of the elders could not help but sigh. “What a shame. If Oliver were in the Windsor Group, he could have easily solved our current problems.”
His brother, who was standing next to him, looked at him warningly. He wondered if his brother could not see Edwin. He said irritably, “What are you saying?”
The man hurriedly said, correcting his words, “However, fortunately, with Edwin, the Windsor Group will definitely not have any problems.”
Edwin's smile faltered slightly. Why did these elders still hold Oliver in such high regard, despite his lack of contribution to the family over the past decade? He grew even more frustrated when he recalled Oliver’s parting words. Clearly, Oliver did not mind him managing the Windsor Group, since Oliver would also enjoy the benefits!
Edwin had only recently discovered that RK Group had acquired nearly half of the Windsor Group's shares, surpassing even his own. Furthermore, Oliver was a prominent figure within RK Group.
The success of the Windsor Group translated directly into profits for Oliver. However, if the Windsor Group failed to generate profits, Edwin would be left with nothing.
…
In the Maybach.
"Oliver, is Edwin aware that you’re the chairman of RK Group?" Natalie inquired.
"He probably assumes I’m merely a high-ranking executive within the company," Oliver replied.
Only a select few were aware of Oliver's role in the RK Group, and even fewer had actually met him in this capacity.
Natalie suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Edwin. After all the scheming, it appeared he was merely a pawn in Oliver's game. However, the feeling was fleeting.
"Oliver, let’s go to the mall. I want to buy a pair of cufflinks for you!" Natalie recalled her promise to Oliver during their time in the detention center. She had convinced him to fulfill his promise of introducing her to his mother by offering to buy him cufflinks.
Those words had been a ruse to coax Oliver into extricating himself from his ‘predicament’ at the time. Now that Oliver had honored his part of the agreement, she was obliged to do the same.
"Natalie, you’re the only woman I brought to visit my mother. Do you understand my meaning?” Oliver asked, glancing at her as the traffic light turned red.
"Since you married me, it’s only natural for you to bring me to visit your mother,” Natalie replied confidently.
As the light turned green, Oliver accelerated. He did not want to speak to her anymore. She clearly understood nothing.
…
The Harrington Group had declared bankruptcy, saddled with tens of millions of dollars in debt. Those who once sought favor with them now kept their distance, and acquaintances who had previously treated Adrian like a brother had vanished.
The Harrington family's luxury cars, antiques, and villas were auctioned off. The authorities handled the sales, liquidating everything associated with the Harringtons.
One by one, prized possessions were removed from the Harrington mansion.
"No, you can’t take this dressing table! It’s my favorite," Noah protested.
"This Gucci bag is a limited edition that I went to great lengths to obtain. Return it to me!" she demanded.
"Don’t touch my jewelry! I said no!" she shouted.
Noah’s voice rang in Adrian’s ears. With his grandfather in disgrace and his mother’s death, Noah’s sobbing was a constant presence. He felt as though his world was crumbling around him. The situation was unbearably dire. A sum that once seemed inconsequential to him had now ballooned into an insurmountable debt. The thought of repaying it was unfathomable; they lacked even the basics of shelter and sustenance.
Just when Adrian was overwhelmed by despair, a glimmer of hope flickered within him when he thought of one person—Lyra.
He called Lyra. He had to call twice before she finally answered.
"Lyra, let's leave this country and begin anew. Let’s leave this place!" Adrian said in a voice brimming with hope and determination, "Previously, I gave you so much money. I even gave you a house and a car. Sell them, and let’s go abroad. Together with our son, we can start anew!”
This plan gave Adrian a way out, a chance to evade the crushing debt. Not only that, but he would also have Lyra and his son by his side.
"Adrian, your son is gone," Lyra said in a chilling and unfeeling voice.
"What do you mean?" Adrian asked in disbelief.
"I terminated the pregnancy," Lyra disclosed, "Adrian, you've lost everything. Did you honestly believe I would allow my child to have a father who has nothing and is mired in debt? The house and car have been sold, and the money is mine. Bye, Adrian."
The sound of a boarding announcement at the airport filtered through the call just before it ended.
Lyra had deserted him. It dawned on him now that Lyra's affection was merely a facade, motivated solely by his wealth.
With his last beacon of hope extinguished, Adrian collapsed, overwhelmed by a sense of utter desolation. Now, he truly had nothing, save for the mountain of debt that loomed over him.
He recalled Edwin's suggestion that he could inherit the legacy of the Harrington family. The only thing he was inheriting was a vast sum of debt.
…
Seeking refuge from his sorrows, Adrian found himself in a bar that night. He entered a nondescript establishment, the kind he once scorned, and consumed the cheap liquor he previously deemed unworthy.
For Adrian, the goal was oblivion—to drink until nothing else mattered.
Although his funds were nearly depleted, the cost of numbing his pain was a price he was willing to pay.
When Adrian finally staggered out of the bar, he wandered down a deserted alley, his thoughts muddled yet not completely lost to inebriation.
A group of men approached at this time; their intentions were very clear.
"Where do you think you're going?"
“Get out of my way!” Adrian slurred, irritation seeping through his words.
"You'll soon be begging for mercy," they jeered, sharing a malicious grin before surrounding Adrian, their actions depriving him of his dignity.
"Get lost! Do you know who I am? Don’t touch me!"
The chill of the night air touched Adrian at this moment, and a brief moment of clarity pierced his drunken haze.
"You’re the Harrington family's lapdog!"
Laughter erupted among the men.
…
Roger stood at a distance; his expression was unreadable as he observed the scene unfold.
Sophia was by his side, restraining a woman.
The woman was none other than Noah. Her pleas were silenced by duct tape, and her eyes were wide with horror as she witnessed her brother's humiliation by the group of men. They were close enough that every detail was painfully clear to her. Tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to shout, but she found herself voiceless. In the end, she was forced to close her eyes to escape the scene before her eyes. Alas, her hair was yanked back, forcing her to open her eyes and witness the depraved scene in front of her.
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