Chapter 111 Martin Shames Debbie
Feeling his anger, Randy leaned over to look at the phone. Even though he was only in kindergarten, he already knew many words.
At a glance, he recognized it as a bank transfer record and asked curiously, "Daddy, whose account is this? It doesn't seem to be from here."
Martin didn't want him to get involved in adult matters.
He patted his head and said, "You stay at home and wait for me. I have something to do and will be back soon. Call me if anything happens."
Afraid that he would cause trouble for Patricia, Randy hurriedly said, "Daddy, you're not allowed to bully Mommy and Fannie, or I'll be angry."
Hearing his words, Martin felt a pang in his chest.
"What? Is Fannie more important than Daddy?"
Pouting, Randy replied, "You're equally important in my heart, so I don't want either of you to get hurt. But Daddy, you're already thirty years old, and Fannie is only three."
The implication was that Fannie needed protection.
And you can protect yourself.
Martin felt like his heart had been pierced by an arrow, wounded.
"You little rascal, I've spoiled you for nothing."
Afraid that he would get angry, Randy quickly wrapped his arms around Martin's and rubbed his little cheek against it, trying to please him. "But I also love Daddy. In my heart, you're just as important."
"No one can replace her position." Martin looked at him in astonishment, unable to believe that his hot-tempered and rebellious son also had such a gentle, obedient, and lovely side.
His heart melted instantly.
It seemed that Patricia's influence on him was far more significant than he had imagined.
"Alright, alright, I know you like me! Fine, I'm leaving! You stay home and behave yourself. If you're bored, you can play with blocks or watch TV."
Randy made an "OK!" gesture towards him. After instructing the newly arrived nanny to take good care of him, Martin left the house.
As he drove away, he sent a message to Alan, "Bring Debbie to the Langley Group President's office and wait for me there. I'll be there soon."
*****
An hour later, Martin stepped into the president's office, the cold air inside sharper than the freezing wind outside.
Hearing the door open, Debbie, who was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, quickly stood up, anxiously tidying herself, afraid of affecting the image she had in Martin's eyes. Once she confirmed everything was in order, she walked excitedly towards Martin.
"Martin, you're here!" Martin's sharp eyes locked onto her face which was already swollen, making it hard to distinguish her features.
Sensing his gaze, Debbie suddenly remembered her current appearance and hurriedly covered her face, dejectedly asking, "Do I look ugly now?"
Seeing her forced and contrived appearance, Martin wrinkled his brows with disgust. Thinking that she was scared off by her own appearance, Debbie's eyes reddened with grievance.
"Martin, you have to stand up for me! I don't know what has gotten into Patricia, but she suddenly stormed into the office, pinching and hitting me."
Afraid that Martin wouldn't believe her, she moved her face and neck closer to him. "If you don't believe me, look at my face, and then at my neck..."
Indeed, on her fair face, apart from her eyes, there was not a single intact spot, and the visible marks from the pinches on her neck showed that her former beauty was long gone.
Martin felt nauseated.
The video didn't show it clearly, but now, seeing it up close, he felt that Patricia had not hit her hard enough and should have hit her even harder.
Debbie didn't notice his reaction and her tears fell even more fiercely. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, feigning a pitiful tone.
"Martin, it really hurts! Patricia, relying on being Randy's biological mother, has been acting arrogant and domineering in the hospital. The doctors are already displeased with her, and you must deal with this quickly, or the situation will deteriorate further."
Martin disgustingly shook off her hand.
"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Debbie was stunned, looking at Martin in disbelief.
"Martin, why are you talking like this? Did you call me here not to get back together?"
When Alan brought her over, she thought Martin had come to his senses and wanted to reconcile with her. God knows how happy she was.
She immediately came with Alan. Afraid that he would see...
She was afraid of her own appearance, so she specifically touched up her makeup in the car, hoping to cover up the bruises on her face.
However, it seems she was mistaken. Martin's attitude towards her was as nasty as ever.
"Reconciliation?" Martin looked at her, his face filled with mockery. "Where do you get the confidence to think that I would reconcile with you?"
His cruel and cold words were like a knife, stabbing at Debbie's heart one by one. "If you don't want to reconcile with me, then why did you call me here?"
Martin walked to the table, opened the printer, and printed out the bank statement Patricia had sent. He forcefully threw it at Debbie.
Debbie winced in pain from being hit, her small face creased, causing the wound on her face to twitch, and she instantly felt a sharp pain.
"Martin, you hurt me." Her voice was charming, causing one's imagination to run wild.
Martin was almost disgusted and quickly distanced himself from her.
Debbie felt that her pride had been greatly insulted and sadly asked, "Do you really hate me this much? Are you avoiding me?"
Martin did not answer. His silence undoubtedly confirmed it.
Debbie's heart felt a piercing pain, and tears started to fall.
Martin was annoyed and impatiently said, "I don't want to waste time with you. I want to ask you, did you take the one billion dollars divorce compensation check I gave Patricia five years ago?"
Debbie's eyes revealed a moment of panic, and she forced herself to remain calm as she pretended to be clueless.
"What compensation check? Did you really give Patricia one billion dollars as a divorce settlement?"
Her ability to lie with her eyes wide open astonished Martin. If it wasn't for concrete evidence, he might have actually believed her.
"Debbie, I don't want to argue with you, nor do I want to waste time with you. I didn't bring you here to make you admit it. You have taken this money overseas these years, earning high interest. The principal and profits now total 1.5 billion dollars. Will you hand it over voluntarily, or do I have to take it myself?"
After hearing his words, Debbie recalled the things he had thrown towards her earlier and quickly squatted down to pick them up.
When she saw the records of her offshore account, her pupils shook violently, and she instinctively explained, "Martin, you've misunderstood. I didn't steal the check, Patricia threw it on the ground and I picked it up! I, I was originally planning to give it to you, but I was afraid that you would worry about Patricia not taking the check, so I let you believe that she did, so that you wouldn't be concerned about her..."
"You're still trying to argue at this point!" Martin disappointedly looked at her, his eyes as cold as ice. "Debbie, your shamelessness has repeatedly challenged my bottom line. If it weren't for Madam Thomas appointing you to perform surgery on Bobby, I would have thought you still had a chance to stand in front of me."
His cutting words felt like a whip lashing fiercely at her heart.
Debbie turned pale in an instant, feeling a coldness permeate her whole body.
Martin issued his final command, "Immediately, right now, spit out the money. Otherwise, I will take it from the Watson Group."
When Debbie heard Martin's proposition, she shuddered involuntarily.
"No, absolutely not! I can't let my father know about this. If he finds out that I invested at such a high interest rate, he'll kill me! I'll give you the money, but it's in an offshore account, and it will take some time for me to withdraw it. Give me a day, and I promise I'll return the money to you exactly as it is tomorrow."
Martin knew she was telling the truth and replied, "Alright, I'll give you a day. I'll be waiting here at this time tomorrow. You better not deceive me. You should know the consequences of deceiving me."
Debbie nodded desperately. "No, I won't deceive you! I'll bring the money to you tomorrow, right on time."
Satisfied, Martin returned to his seat. He parted his thin lips slightly and coldly uttered a word, "Leave..."
"Okay, I'll leave right away!" Debbie didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately turned to leave the office.
As the office door closed, her swollen face gradually twisted and contorted, her eyes turning scarlet.
Did they expect her to cough up the money?
Fine.
But she would demand her "compensation."
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