Chapter 276 Forced Door Opening
Atticus let out a sigh, but he knew he had to go along with it. As soon as he turned the corner, a sly grin crept across his face.
He was just following Scarlett's orders to steal the documents. If they went missing, it wouldn't be on him!
Emma didn't bother calling George. Instead, she opened a shopping app, found a chainsaw, and paid extra for immediate delivery.
Soon enough, the delivery driver's car rolled up and stopped in front of her. The driver got out, holding a package—the chainsaw she had just ordered.
"Is this yours?" the driver asked, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"Yep, thanks!" Emma took the package, quickly opened it, and pulled out the brand-new chainsaw, feeling the cold, hard metal in her hands.
"What are you gonna do with that?" the driver asked, a playful sparkle in his eyes.
Looking at Emma's outfit, she clearly seemed like a wealthy heiress. What could she possibly need a chainsaw for?
"To open a door, of course!" Emma replied without missing a beat.
The driver was taken aback, then looked surprised.
"You're gonna use a chainsaw to cut open a door?" He couldn't resist the urge to watch the drama, filled with anticipation.
This was The Russell Mansion, after all. In Lakeside Haven, no one dared to mess with the Russell family. Who was this woman, daring to cut open the mansion's door? Was she not afraid?
Emma positioned the chainsaw blade against the lock, pressed the switch, and the chainsaw roared to life, deafeningly loud.
"Did you all think I would give up so easily?" Emma gritted her teeth, filled with unyielding determination. She pressed the chainsaw hard against the lock, the blade quickly cutting into the metal with a screeching sound, announcing her resolve.
As the chainsaw worked, the lock emitted a harsh metallic grinding noise, and Emma felt a rush of satisfaction.
"I will get in, and no one will stop me!" Her voice echoed in the wind, full of determination. She sawed at the lock with all her might, sweat dripping from her forehead, but she didn't care. Her only thought was to enter the estate and seek revenge.
In the surveillance room, Scarlett and several servants were tensely watching the screen, their eyes fixed on Emma's every move. As Emma opened the package and took out the chainsaw, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy.
"Is she really gonna use a chainsaw on the door?" one servant exclaimed, incredulous. Scarlett's face darkened, a wave of unease washing over her.
"Hurry, open the door!" Scarlett urgently commanded, her voice laced with anxiety and anger. She couldn't tolerate Isabella's audacity, worried it would undermine her authority in the family.
The servants quickly ran to the door, filled with tension . Scarlett anxiously waited in the surveillance room, silently praying that Isabella wouldn't succeed.
However, when the servants reached the door, they were stunned by the sight before them. The lock had been sawed through, the door slightly ajar, and Emma stood there with the chainsaw, looking like a warrior ready to face any challenge.
"She really got in!" one servant stammered, shocked and uneasy.
Emma's face bore a cold smile. "Finally decided to open the door?" her voice was loud and clear, filled with fearlessness and confidence. Her presence was so commanding that the servants instinctively took a step back.
In the surveillance room, Scarlett's face turned pale with fear. She had never seen Isabella so assertive, feeling a deep sense of unease. Her plans were completely disrupted, and the Isabella before her seemed no longer someone she could easily control.
"Hurry, invite her in!" Scarlett urgently ordered the servants, unable to accept Isabella's brazen stance in the house.
Scarlett cursed inwardly, 'Bitch, you'll still have to apologize to me later!'
The servants, intimidated by Emma's presence, nervously led her into the parlor. They knew that Emma was no longer someone they could easily ignore.
The parlor was empty, with only a few pieces of antique furniture standing quietly. Family portraits hung on the walls, adding a solemn air. Emma walked into the room, looking around with a sense of triumph. She knew she had successfully breached the place that once oppressed her.
"Nice place," Emma said casually, her eyes gleaming with confidence. She didn't care about the servants' tension and fear, as if this place was already her home.
"Bring me something to eat and drink," Emma commanded without hesitation, her tone brooking no argument. The servants exchanged glances, though unhappy, they had no choice but to comply under Emma's imposing presence.
"Get it, Ms. Taylor," one servant responded quietly, gritting their teeth as they quickly left to prepare food and drinks.
Emma sat on the sofa, leisurely waiting, filled with a sense of victory.
Round one, she had won.
The servants soon brought coffee and snacks. Emma casually picked up a piece of cake, took a bite, and smiled in satisfaction. "Not bad," she complimented, acting as if she belonged there.
"Is this how you usually treat guests? So cold and empty?" Emma asked, eating her cake and eyeing the servants with a teasing look.
The servants lowered their heads, avoiding her gaze, feeling a sense of helplessness. Emma's attitude made it seem like she had already claimed the place as her own.
After finishing her cake, Emma felt a bit tired and casually stretched out on the sofa.
"Prepare a room for me. I need to rest," she said bluntly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Yes, Ms. Taylor," the servants responded quietly again, though with dissatisfaction. They had no choice but to comply under Emma's commanding presence.
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