Chapter 672 Jasmine Delivers the Urn to Owen
Larry placed the box on the table and whispered, "It's quite heavy."
"Didn't expect Jasmine to be so thoughtful," Larry murmured as he unwrapped the box, revealing a square container.
Larry didn't react immediately and took the box out.
The urn's design was quite unique.
"This!" Larry was shocked, pointing at the urn. "What is this?"
Owen's face changed, and he was furious.
"I'll throw it out right now." Larry was about to leave with the urn.
"Put it down." Owen's voice was icy, his fingers slowly tightening around his cane. He spoke again in a low voice, "Open it."
Larry opened the urn and found a small doll inside, with Owen's name written on it and pins stuck in it.
This made Owen very angry.
Larry was so scared that his hand trembled, and the doll fell to the ground. One of the pins pricked Larry's finger, causing blood to drip.
Owen's face turned even darker.
"Jasmine!" Owen was so angry that he started shaking, hitting the floor with his cane forcefully, his breathing becoming labored.
"Owen! Owen! Call the family doctor, call the doctor!"
At Jasmine's residence, she sat on the carpet, watching the fireworks and city lights, when she received a call from Connor.
"Did you put the doll there as I told you?" Connor asked casually.
Jasmine smirked. "Yes, I even stuck a few pins in it."
Connor was silent.
It turned out that a cornered rabbit can be quite scary. "No wonder the Hawthorne family's lights are on in the middle of the night. The family doctor was called back from his hometown. You really have a knack for pissing people off."
Jasmine sneered. "I don't attack unless I'm attacked."
"Owen has always believed in these things. I heard he just invited the most famous fortune teller in San Fransisco, saying he's had bad luck." Connor chuckled.
Jasmine was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Don't worry. It's not over yet."
Owen cared more about his reputation than Howard did. Howard was concerned about the family's image, but he didn't mind his own indiscretions. He even marryied Claire, his mistress, to protect his true love and son, Bradley, and his mother.
But Owen was different.
Owen was a typical scumbag, appearing refined but actually a scoundrel.
Deborah still had the last name Morris because Owen never acknowledged her and her mother.
In recent years, Deborah had done quite well, and Owen had shown signs of relenting. But for the sake of his reputation, he still hadn't officially brought Deborah back to the Hawthorne family.
Deborah resented Avery because of her mother, and they had been fighting openly and secretly for years. But Jasmine believed that the person who truly wanted Deborah's mother dead was Owen.
He was ruthless and hides his emotions well. Because of his many misdeeds, he often did charity work to seek psychological comfort.
Jasmine sending him an urn for New Year's was a taboo.
It was impossible for Owen not to be angry.
In the Hawthorne family, Owen leaned on the bed, inhaling oxygen due to shortness of breath and mild cerebral hypoxia.
"None of them came back?" Owen asked angrily.
Fortunately, Owen's regular exercise kept him strong and looking much younger than his peers. If it were Howard, he might have had a heart attack.
Jasmine knew an urn wouldn't kill Owen, but it would definitely disgust him.
From today on, every time Owen had bad luck, he would think of the urn and the doll from tonight.
"Avery got drunk and said she wouldn't come back to make you angry," Larry quickly explained.
"Connor had a car accident on the way and can't make it." Larry took a deep breath.
Owen's face darkened.
Connor had a car accident?
It seemed Deborah inherited his ruthlessness and was harsh on Connor.
However, Owen didn't care.
"Christopher, he..." Larry hesitated to speak.
"Where is he?" Owen asked angrily.
"He didn't answer his phone." Larry lowered his head.
"Sir, there's another delivery. But it doesn't say who it's from." The maid brought another envelope.
Owen was already traumatized and quickly waved his hand. "Throw it away!"
Out of sight, out of mind.
Larry took it and curiously opened it, freezing in place. "It's full of photos of Christopher."
Owen was stunned.
"Bring it here!"
Owen turned the envelope over, and a large number of photos fell out.
They were all explicit photos of Christopher.
The scenes were not ordinary but involved a group of people, men and women, engaging in debauchery.
There had been rumors that Christopher of the Hawthorne family liked both men and women and was very promiscuous. Owen had spent money to suppress the news, but now there were photos, and this was group debauchery, enough to be a criminal offense.
Even worse, some of the boys and girls in the photos looked quite young.
Owen was trembling all over.
"Go get Christopher back! If he won't come, break his legs!"
Owen shouted hysterically. This New Year's was indeed very lively.
No matter how bad Christopher was, he was Owen's only son!
Avery and Deborah could fight all they wanted, but Owen didn't care because the Hawthorne family would eventually belong to his son.
And now Christopher was ruined.
"Find out who sent these photos. No matter what conditions they ask for, buy the evidence!" Owen gritted his teeth, his anger making his eyes bloodshot.
Christopher, that ungrateful son!Receiving a call from Ben, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Jasmine's eyes.
With a cold laugh, Jasmine lowered her voice and spoke, "Deborah will definitely call the police. Keep a close watch, Ben. Send another set of evidence to Owen."
Christopher's group debauchery was indeed a setup instigated by someone close to him, who was close to Beth. And Beth was Deborah's person.
No matter how fiercely Deborah and Avery fought, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't match the inherent advantage of Christopher being a man.
So, Deborah was more willing to destroy Christopher.
Jasmine didn't just want Owen to get insomnia; she wanted the entire Hawthorne family to be in turmoil.
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