Chapter 22
But dealing with someone like Leopold? Frank was out of his depth. After all, it was Leopold!
A few minutes later, Leopold got up. "Mr. Cook, this contract is off."
Frank freaked out. "Mr. Neville, we had a deal."
Leopold smirked. "A deal to trick me? Frank, you think I'm that gullible?"
Frank's face went white. Did Leopold catch the sneaky clauses in the contract?
"It's not like that, Mr. Neville." Frank trailed after Leopold from the private room to the club entrance, still trying to save the deal. Leopold, who was heading to the parking lot, suddenly changed course and walked straight ahead.
Under a big tree about five hundred feet from the Wonderhaven Private Club, a sad song floated through the air. "The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better..."
Kevin's jaw dropped when he saw who was singing. When did Agnes end up busking on the street?
Frank noticed that Leopold kept his eyes on Agnes, and in an attempt to ingratiate himself with Leopold, he pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it into her metal box. The singing stopped abruptly.
It was a lot of money, probably several thousand dollars.
Everyone stared at the generous donor. Feeling a bit smug, Frank told the guitar-strumming Agnes, "Sing a song for Mr. Neville. If it's good and he likes it, the money's yours!"
Agnes, with eyes blazing, glanced at Leopold standing nearby. She wanted to refuse but then smiled like she had an idea. "Alright, Mr. Neville, this one's for you!"
Some folks around had already recognized Leopold and were whispering excitedly about his looks and demeanor.
Leopold, seeing the spark in Agnes's eyes, had a bad feeling. "No," he started to say, but Agnes immediately began strumming her guitar, drowning out his protest.
She skipped straight to the chorus. "And I'm so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man. And I'm so sick of them coming at me again, 'cause if I was a man then I'd be the man. I'd be the man. I'd be the man..."
Agnes ended the song by repeating, "I'd be the man. I'd be the man..."
The vibe around them shifted. Frank hadn't expected Agnes to pull a stunt like this, singing a mocking song about men right to Leopold's face. He was totally at a loss.
Agnes, singing and swaying like she didn't care who she was ticking off, made Leopold pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Without looking up, he pointed at Agnes and told Kevin, "Kevin, find a deserted spot and bury her alive right now!"
He had a gut feeling that if he didn't deal with Agnes today, she'd be a problem later.
What? Bury her alive?
The crowd went dead silent. Others might bluff, but Leopold never joked. The onlookers, initially there for the drama, scattered when they saw a few burly bodyguards approaching.
Kevin hesitated for a few seconds, then decided he had to act to prevent Leopold from regretting it later. "Mr. Neville, the woman you're about to have buried alive is named Agnes Tudor!"
Leopold looked at Kevin like he had lost his mind. Did Kevin really think he needed a reminder of her name?
Realizing Leopold was dead serious, Agnes quickly slung her guitar over her shoulder, grabbed the stunned Clara, and bolted! She didn't forget to snatch up the wad of dollar bills on her way out.
She caught Kevin's words as she ran.
Kevin, seeing the bodyguards closing in, calmly told Leopold, "The name on your marriage document is also Agnes Tudor!"
"What does this have to do with my marriage document..." Before he could finish, Leopold's face went through a rollercoaster of emotions—shock, disbelief, and then pure rage.
Leopold's face shifted from indifference to shock and then disbelief. Kevin found these expressions fascinating; he had never seen so many emotions on Leopold's face.
Knowing her identity was exposed, Agnes let go of the still-dazed Clara, turned back, and waved at Leopold. "I'm leaving you, Leopold. Don't forget to sign the divorce papers!"
Leopold pointed at Agnes's retreating figure, his hand shaking with anger, unable to utter a word.
This rude woman was his wife?
Finally snapping out of his shock and then kicked Kevin hard in the leg.
Kevin yelped in pain. He knew he wouldn't get away unscathed.
"Damn it, you're ruining my happiness!" After saying this, Leopold strode to his Bentley, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the private club's parking lot.
As he passed Kevin, he remembered to tell him, "You, go work at the construction site tomorrow! Don't let me see you for a year!" The next moment, the Bentley disappeared from everyone's sight.
Kevin looked at the guitar case and money box left by Clara and Agnes, feeling like crying.
Clara, panting heavily from running, finally collapsed on a bench by the roadside, unable to speak, only gasping for air.
Still shaken, Clara hadn't heard the last part of Kevin and Leopold's conversation. All she could think about was Leopold wanting to bury Agnes alive.
Thinking of this, she tightly gripped Agnes's hand, also panting. "Agnes, you should take the money and run!" Agnes had crossed Leopold too many times; staying in Lumina City meant certain death.
Agnes waved her off. She guessed that once Leopold knew she was his wife, he would divorce her first instead of burying her alive. If he buried her, who would he divorce?
Her mind was already short-circuiting, not realizing that if she were buried alive, there would be no need for divorce, and Leopold could still remarry.
"Leopold wouldn't do that. He's not that petty." Now that he knew her identity, he wouldn't kill his wife.
But thinking of Leopold's sharp eyes, Agnes suddenly felt scared.
Just as she flagged down a taxi, her phone rang. It was Robert.
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