Chapter 637 Negotiation
Aurelie nervously peered through the glass at the scene unfolding on the other side.
Nathaniel, rocking his usual low-key black suit, still had some faint scars from his last run-in. He squinted a bit, eyeing Stanley, who was lounging in a black chair in front of him.
"I'm here. Let her go," Nathaniel demanded.
Stanley chuckled, all casual-like, "Hold your horses. Sure, I can let her go, but you gotta agree to my terms first. Then, and only then, can you both walk out of here in one piece."
"Don't trust him!" Aurelie yelled.
This was a setup, plain and simple. Whether Nathaniel agreed or not, these guys weren't planning on letting them go.
Too bad Nathaniel couldn't hear her. No matter how loud she screamed, it was like shouting into the void.
"Save your breath. He can't hear you," Lillian sneered.
Aurelie shook, not out of fear for herself, but for Nathaniel. They'd snatched her to get to him, and his situation was way more dire.
"Aren't you scared of doing this?" Aurelie shouted.
Lillian laughed like she'd just heard the funniest joke ever, "Scared? Maybe. But I hate you two even more. I want to see you both rot in hell. With that in mind, no price is too high, and there's nothing to fear."
As Lillian spoke, she shoved Aurelie against the glass, "Take a good look. This might be the last time you see each other."
On the other side, Nathaniel took a seat. The two men faced off, ready for some serious negotiation.
Nathaniel already knew what Stanley wanted and was mentally prepped.
"What do you want?" Nathaniel asked.
Stanley raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by Nathaniel's quick arrival. He smirked, "Looks like Aurelie means a lot to you."
"Cut the crap and get to the point," Nathaniel snapped.
"Alright," Stanley sneered. "Listen up. If you want me to let her go, you need to record a video right now and post it online, saying everything that happened before was all made up by you."
Nathaniel scoffed, "Do you think people are that dumb?"
Stanley raised his hand, "Hold on, I'm not done."
"Not only do I want you to post a video clearing things up, but I also want you to publicly announce that you're the illegitimate child of the Kensington family. Say your mom was a shameless mistress who had an affair with Terry, got kicked out, but clung to the Kensington family. Terry, out of the goodness of his heart, let you back in, but as you grew up, you started scheming to take everything that belongs to me. So, you cooked up these plans, forged evidence, and created public pressure to force Terry and me to hand over the company to you," he continued.
People online were always quick to jump on the words "mistress" and "illegitimate child." Everyone hated homewreckers.
In high society, it was not rare for illegitimate kids to plot against the rightful heirs. Folks always sided with the victims in these cases.
Mistresses and illegitimate kids became the targets of public hate.
Stanley wanted to twist the story to make it look like Nathaniel was trying to steal power. If people bought it, Nathaniel would be the one getting all the hate.
"So, Nathaniel, if you agree to record the video, I'll let Aurelie go." Stanley crossed his legs, tapping the armrest of the sofa, his sinister eyes locked on Nathaniel's face.
Seeing Nathaniel hesitate, Stanley raised his hand. The bodyguard next to him picked up a remote and pressed a button, making the frosted glass behind him go clear.
Nathaniel saw Aurelie, tied up and looking at him with worry. Seeing this, Nathaniel clenched his fist at his side.
"You see, I'm being real nice to Aurelie. Before you got here, I didn't let anyone touch her. But if you keep stalling, things will change." Stanley waved his hand again, and the door to Aurelie's room opened. Two bodyguards walked in, untied her, one holding her down and pressing her hand on the table, while the other held a pair of pliers, gripping her fingernail.
Stanley glanced at his watch and spoke slowly, "I'll give you one minute. For every minute you hesitate, I'll pull out one of her nails. You stall for ten minutes, I pull out ten of her fingernails. Let's see how many rounds of your hesitation she can handle."
A clock was brought in and placed on the table. Stanley pressed the switch, and the countdown began.
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