Chapter 176 You're a Typical Scum
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to make Evelyn jealous? You're using me as a tool?"
Despite multiple questioning, Dermot doesn't answer. But Natalie doesn't expect Dermot to answer, because she has the answer.
An anger fills her entire body, and Natalie shouts, "Why do you treat me like this?"
"What is it about me that I can't compare to her? Why can't you try to accept me?"
Dermot sneers, "Why? Isn't it because you asked for it?"
"It is funny. I'm still keeping you around, just because you have some use to me."
"Do you think you did a flawless job of framing Evelyn for Kenny's death? If I, Dermot, want to investigate, there is nothing I can't find."
Natalie took a few steps back; she had no doubts about Dermot's abilities.
Biting her lip, she gave him a pitiful look, "Dermot, I'm sorry that I had to drug you. We can just call off the wedding. I'll delete all those online news right away, and I'll stay far away from you. Can you let me go?"
She didn't want to go to jail.
She was still so young, and if spending the rest of her life in prison drove her crazy.
"When you were plotting against Evelyn, did you ever consider letting her go?" Dermot countered. He wanted to leave her a way out due to their long-standing friendship, but unfortunately, she didn't appreciate it.
Natalie looked at the man, who now seemed so unfamiliar. She wryly, "So, you won't let me go, right?"
"Tomorrow, you should turn yourself in at the police station. That way, you can still save some face for yourself, and it won't be too embarrassing," he said.
Turn in at the police station?
Natalie smiled, for her, that was impossible, never in her lifetime.
"Okay, I understand," she agreed, but she had a better plan in mind, her only way out.
After Natalie left, Dermot sighed. She walked back to the living room.
Grandpa Doyle, who should have been resting already, was sitting in the living room, even smiling at him.
Dermot had a bad feeling and approached him, "Grandpa, why aren't you resting at this late hour?"
"If I rested so early, wouldn't I miss this good show?" Grandpa Doyle laughed, in a very good mood.
"What show?" Dermot asked.
Grandpa Doyle said, "No need to hide it from me, I saw everything from upstairs."
Dermot's face turned dark, "So you were not sleeping at night and were just peeping in the room?"
"How can this be called peeping? I can see from the window on the second floor. It's not my fault." He looked aggrieved.
He didn't do it on purpose, he just happened to see it when he took a few steps.
Dermot clenched his fist; he would want to punch him if anything wrong.
"No need to be shy, Grandpa has experienced everything, and I won't tease you." Grandpa Doyle said with a smile.
"You dare!" Dermot's face turned black, feeling frustrated.
Grandpa Doyle didn't continue to dwell on this and instead said, "When did you handle Evelyn? Why didn't you tell me, causing me to worry for so long?"
"But helping that person surnamed Zhao wasn't very wise. Evelyn is clearly angry."
"Your approach to Eve..."
The above text is written in Chinese and includes dialogue between characters. Here is the translation into English:
"In Lyn's eyes, he is a typical scumbag."
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