Chapter 390 Where Is the Money
Phoenix searched every possible hiding place, but came up empty-handed. Her face darkened, a flicker of anger and urgency in her eyes. Unwilling to leave empty-handed, she decided to confront Scarlett directly.
Phoenix quickly descended the stairs, jumped into her car, and drove straight to the basement where Scarlett was being held.
The basement was cold and damp. Scarlett was tied to a chair, her face pale and her expression exhausted. Phoenix strode up to her, staring coldly. "Scarlett, quit playing dead! Where's the money?"
Scarlett looked up, her eyes widening in shock. The person standing before her looked exactly like her! She said, her voice trembling, "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"
Phoenix sneered, her voice icy. "It doesn't matter who I am; what's important is, where's the money?" She deliberately didn't reveal that she was wearing a human skin mask, continuing to press Scarlett.
Though Scarlett was greedy and usually brash, seeing someone who looked exactly like her scared her out of her wits.
She stammered, "I really don't have any money! It's all Emma and Phoenix's fault! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in this mess!"
Her voice was sharp, filled with resentment, blaming others for her predicament.
Phoenix's eyes flashed with anger as she heard Scarlett cursing her.
She grabbed a nearby bucket and splashed cold water on Scarlett. "Shut up, you shrew!"
Scarlett shuddered as the water hit her, but she continued to curse, "Who are you? How dare you speak up for those two bitches! You must be in cahoots! I knew it, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be suffering like this!"
Phoenix's eyes turned steely.
She picked up a whip and lashed it across Scarlett's body. "Speak! Where's the money?" The sound of the whip hitting flesh echoed in the empty basement. Scarlett screamed in pain but remained defiant. "I have no money! It's all your fault!"
Phoenix grew even angrier, swinging the whip harder. "I don't believe you won't talk!"
Sweat beaded on Scarlett's forehead, her face turned pale, but she continued to curse. "Emma! Phoenix! You bitches! You ruined me! When I get out, I'll make sure you all die!"
Phoenix's rage nearly consumed her. She threw down the whip, pulled a small knife from her pocket, and said coldly, "Since you won't talk, don't blame me for being ruthless."
She stepped closer to Scarlett, the knife glinting in the dim light. Scarlett's eyes finally showed fear. "Don't do anything crazy."
Her tone was no longer arrogant and cursing, replaced by deep fear and despair.
Phoenix sneered and smirked.
She slashed Scarlett's face with the knife, blood instantly streaming down, staining her collar.
Scarlett gasped in pain, her face contorted, eyes filled with agony and terror. She finally couldn't hold back, her voice urgent and panicked. "I'll talk! I'll talk! Jack and I have joint assets, the money is with him!"
Phoenix's eyes showed satisfaction. She put away the knife, giving Scarlett a cold, mocking look. "You could've saved us both a lot of trouble if you'd just talked earlier."
With that, she turned and left the basement, leaving Scarlett slumped in the chair, her face covered in blood.
Outside the basement, Phoenix immediately pulled out her phone, her fingers quickly swiping the screen to remove Jack from the blacklist.
She saw dozens of missed calls from Jack. A cold smile appeared on her lips, her eyes showing disdain. Without hesitation, she dialed Jack's number, waiting for his response.
However, the call didn't go through.
A few seconds later, her phone buzzed with a text message. She glanced at it; the message contained an address, clearly a hotel.
Phoenix's eyes turned cold as he wondered what trick Jack was playing.
But she knew Jack well; he was just a coward pretending to be tough.
A hotel? Probably Jack trying to play some kinky game with Scarlett.
Without hesitation, she hailed a cab and headed to the address in the text.
Outside the car window, the night was deep, the streetlights dim and blurry, casting a hazy shadow over the city. Phoenix sat in the back seat, her eyes cold, planning her next move.
This money was crucial to her; she had to get it no matter what.
If she didn't clean out Scarlett and Jack's assets, pretending to be Scarlett would be meaningless.
Meantime, George hung up the phone, his relationship with Jack had long been strained, almost estranged, but he couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. He sat in his study, fingers tapping lightly on the desk, his mind racing with thoughts from the call.
He suspected Jack might be concocting a scam to get money from him.
After all, Jack had tried various schemes to get money from him in the past; this might be no different.
However, considering Jack was his father, he felt a bit uneasy. This unease wasn't from familial affection, but a nagging worry that things might not be as simple as he thought.
Emma noticed his hesitation, gently walked over, and said softly, "George, no matter what, he's your father. Even if your relationship is bad, you can't completely ignore him. Why not send someone to check things out first, then decide?"
Emma's kindness and understanding warmed George's heart. He took her hand, whispering, "Emma, you're always so considerate. My dad hasn't treated you well, yet you still care about him."
Emma smiled gently, her eyes soft. "George, he's your father. I don't want your relationship to stay strained. Besides, he's getting old. If something really happens, we'll regret it." Her tone was gentle but firm.
George looked at her, filled with affection and gratitude.
Emma's kindness was her most precious quality, and he cherished her even more for it.
George nodded, agreeing with Emma. He immediately picked up his phone and called Joshua, giving brief instructions. "Joshua, check on my dad's situation and get back to me as soon as possible."
Soon, Joshua sent a message: [Jack was indeed being extorted.]
George's brow furrowed as he saw it, a sense of unease creeping in.
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