Chapter 529 Who's Really Getting Screwed Here?
The Johnson family members whispered among themselves:
"Houston was way better! Why are we putting up with this crap?"
"Seriously, it's been over twenty years. We weren't even big shots in Houston back then, and now we're stuck in NYC! I don't get why the others insisted on tagging along."
"Keep it down—Anthony's right here."
The entire banquet hall suddenly became noisy!
Anthony's face darkened, and he slapped the table, standing up to scold, "What are you all doing? Quiet down! Andy, go outside and see what's going on!"
Andy was stunned.
The wine bottle in his hand slipped and shattered on the floor.
Red wine splashed everywhere, looking like blood under the bright lights!
"Shit!" he jumped back, shaky and freaked out.
After all, he'd been the one who caused Heather's death.
The guilt had been eating at him, haunted by nightmares of her furious, unyielding eyes, even waking up in cold sweats and wetting the bed twice.
Now, he couldn't stomach meat, terrified of anything that reminded him of blood, unsure if he'd ever get past it.
"Andy, what are you doing? Isn't it chaotic enough? Go out and check!" Anthony emphasized again.
Andy's whole body shook.
Fear was written all over his face as he stammered, "Yeah, Grandpa, I'll go check it out right now!"
He turned and stumbled toward the door.
Just as he reached for the handle, the door suddenly flew open on its own! The impact sent Andy sprawling to the floor.
He sat there, dazed and confused.
"What the hell is going on?" Ignoring the pain, Andy looked up and saw the front door wide open, a cold gust of wind sweeping through the room.
Napkins on the table were sent flying everywhere.
"Holy crap, is this place haunted?" Andy's face went pale.
But then, a blinding light flooded in.
Everyone realized—a bulldozer had just plowed through the Johnson family's villa gate!
Its headlights blazed, flooding the open doorway with harsh light.
The Johnson family was livid.
Who the hell had the nerve to pull this stunt at their housewarming party?
Then, a sharply dressed young man strode in, clearly rolling in cash.
Behind him trailed a crew of over twenty beefy dudes.
The guy—Oliver Weaver—gripped a construction megaphone and barked at the Johnsons, "You sons of bitches! You're the Johnsons from Houston, right?"
Arrogant and condescending!
When no one answered, he sneered, "Cat got your tongue? Fine, I'll just bulldoze this whole damn place!"
Anthony jumped in, trying to defuse the tension, "Hold on, let's talk this through! Who are you, exactly?"
Thanks to the ghost rumors swirling around the stadium, the nearby villas had been left deserted.
The Johnsons had snatched this one up for a steal—just two million bucks.
The location was prime real estate!
The ghost stories were Total BS!
Anthony knew better and wasn't about to let his prized villa get wrecked. He had to step in.
"You have no—" Oliver's eyes scanned the Johnson family, but when they landed on Ryan, he froze. "You! I didn't even have to hunt you down! You just walked right into my hands, huh?"
He gestured to his crew, "Get over here! Bring that woman too!"
In no time, a crew of about ten guys rallied behind Oliver.
One of them lugged a sack and dumped it in front of the Johnsons.
The family exchanged confused glances—what the hell was this?
But when the sack was opened, everyone froze.
A grimy, naked woman crawled out!
Despite the filth and stench, her figure was unmistakable.
It was Abigail!
Andy widened his eyes. "Abigail, is that you?"
Ever since Heather's death was pinned on Lawrence and he got locked up, Abigail had vanished.
No one saw this coming—her popping up in New York City, of all places, and in this state!
Abigail cried out to Anthony, "Grandpa, Grandpa, save me! Please save me!"
Anthony frowned, "What is going on here?"
Abigail opened her mouth but didn't know where to start!
Oliver's eyes twitched."You all are really good at playing dumb!"
As he spoke, his gaze suddenly fell on Ryan!
A surge of anger rose in his heart!
Last night, he'd been all set to hit up a high-end club and slip something into one of the women's drinks—she was supposed to be one of the hottest in New York City!
But just as things were about to go his way, Ryan showed up out of nowhere and blew the whistle on his little scheme, humiliating him in front of everyone!
Oliver tried to lay into Ryan right then and there, but despite Ryan's small frame and age, the guy was a total beast.
He took down two of Oliver's goons like it was nothing.
And then, in a twist of irony, Oliver ended up drugged, stuffed in a sack, and dumped at a cheap motel with some random hooker.
In his dazed state, a prostitute climbed into his bed.
They ended up having sex.
Five times!
Afterward, the woman had the nerve to claim that since they'd hooked up, she was now his wife!
She introduced herself as Abigail from the Johnson family in Houston.
Humiliation? That didn't even begin to cover it!
Oliver, a direct heir of the Weaver family—one of New York City's elite—had been practically forced into bed by some random woman!
To make matters worse, the whole ordeal left him feeling like his manhood might be permanently out of commission.
Oliver was fuming!
And now, he was taking all that rage out on the Johnson family.
Tonight, he'd brought his crew to make them pay!
At this moment, Abigail was trembling and crying, "Grandpa, you've got to help me! These guys are monsters—they stripped me and threatened to leak videos online!"
The Johnson family exchanged uneasy glances, finally realizing the earlier crying outside was Abigail's.
But no one dared to step up for her.
Oliver's vibe screamed don't mess with me, and they weren't about to play hero.
Oliver glared at Ryan, seething. "Finally found you. Get your ass over here! You screwed me over!"
Ryan just shrugged, cool as ever, and smirked. "Come on, man, be fair. Last night, you got laid for free. Who's really getting screwed here? Clearly, it's Abigail!"