Chapter 858 Which Finger?
Jasper's car sped away.
Watching the black sports car shrink into a dot in the distance, Howard clutched his chest, coughing in anger.
Jasper, just like Lily, was ruthless.
Adeline had been in love with Jasper for years, even bearing him four children and losing one.
Yet, despite knowing her better than any of her blood relatives, he refused to clear her name now that she was the CEO of the Phoebe Group.
Instead, he threatened to keep her in jail.
"Father," Oliver said, rushing over to gently pat Howard's back. "Don't get worked up. We'll figure something out."
Howard looked at the sky. "It's midnight now. We only have a few hours until dawn."
"Without Jasper's help, how can we bail Adeline out before morning? If she doesn't get out, what will happen to tomorrow's shareholders' meeting? She's the current CEO and chairwoman of the Phoebe Group! If word gets out that she's in jail, the consequences will be disastrous!"
"We'll keep it under wraps as long as we can," Oliver said, taking a deep breath. "I'll go to the shareholders' meeting myself. I know the shareholders well, and I have more experience than Adeline. I'll announce that she's sick and keep things under control."
"After the meeting, I'll get her to sign off on releasing the frozen funds so I can manage them. Once the Phoebe Group stabilizes, they won't care why she missed the meeting."
Howard sighed deeply. "It seems we have no other choice."
He smiled bitterly. "Who would've thought, after all this, you'd be the one running the Phoebe Group."
Oliver sighed, helping Howard back to the car. "Once Adeline is out, I'll still support her in managing the group. My position is too delicate to go head-to-head with Jasper."
Howard leaned back in the leather seat, a bitter smile on his lips. "Even though you have Foster blood, you've only ever dealt with Jasper. Can't you bring yourself to fight the Foster family?"
Oliver paused, his hand on the car door. Memories of his encounter with Lily flashed before him:
"You're just like your mother, an exceptional person. Your grandmother doesn't have much time left; this might be our only meeting. My biggest mistake was tampering with your uncle Wilford's car, leading to his accident. If the Phoebe and Foster families ever clash, I hope you stay out of it."
He sighed. "You can't let go of Adeline, even though you barely spent any time with her."
With that, he closed the car door, instructed the butler to take care of Howard, and walked away.
The Phoebe family's car started up. Howard watched Oliver walking along the road, feeling a deep sense of melancholy. His indecisiveness reminded him more and more of Esther.
The Torres Manor was brightly lit.
Brandon and Daisy knelt before Fiona. "Grandma, we messed up."
Fiona sipped her coffee with a cold smile. "I knew you two were useless!"
She snorted. "Good thing I had a backup plan. If I relied on you, the Torres family would be bankrupt by now!"
Tonight, the Torres family had been pushed to the brink of bankruptcy by Jasper's Foster Group. Fiona had saved them by pouring all her personal savings into the family's funds.
Taking a deep breath, she threw a document in front of Brandon and Daisy. "Sign it."
Brandon picked up the paper with trembling hands. One glance, and he nearly fainted. It was an agreement for him to step down as head of the Torres family, relinquish control, and leave with his wife and children.
"Grandma!" Brandon's voice shook with emotion. "I made a small mistake tonight. You can't kick me out for that!"
Fiona sipped her coffee, her voice icy. "A small mistake? You've repeatedly failed in dealing with Jasper over the past six months. I didn't remove you because of your marriage to Daisy. The Torres family needs the Phoebe family's support to survive. But you two severed ties with them right after your wedding! Without that connection, why should I keep you?"
Her anger grew, and she pointed at them, shouting, "Daisy was fired and kicked out of the Phoebe family. Do you think you're better than her? You disgraced the Torres family! People say you, Brandon, enjoy being betrayed by your wife, and that the Torres family is filthy and low!"
After half an hour of berating them, Fiona threw a set of keys at Brandon. "Here's a car key and the key to a new house. Take your wife and kids and fend for yourselves. You're no longer part of the Torres family!"
Brandon took the keys, looking up at her with defiance. "If I'm not the head of the Torres family, are you making Randy the head?"
He knew Randy had returned to Oceancrest City tonight.
Fiona sneered. "I'll take over myself! Neither you nor Randy are capable enough."
She narrowed her eyes. "I once pitted the Phoebe and Foster families against each other for years, giving the Torres family time to grow. I can do it again!"
After Brandon and Daisy left, Randy emerged from the shadows. "Grandma, I just got word from the police. I might have left a fingerprint on the murder weapon."
Fiona's eyes narrowed. "Which finger?"
"My right index finger."
Fiona glanced at Randy's right index finger. "Butler, bring something to cut off Randy's right index finger."
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