Chapter 9 Jerry's Scheme

• Inside the mansion.
• "Lillian, tell me quickly, how are Hope and Grace? You have to tell me!
• "Did you just say that Jerry's men are all dead, and Hope and Grace are missing, right?
• "Who took them away? Do you know?"
• Vivienne held Lillian's hand tightly, her voice trembling with emotion, her body shaking slightly.
• The capture of her daughters had already plunged her into deep anguish.
• Now, receiving even worse news that her daughters had been taken away by another group of people, her heart raced with panic.
• "Vivienne, fret not. I've enlisted my dad's aid in this matter. We shall locate them shortly. Stay calm, everything will turn out fine."
• Lillian held Vivienne close, consoling her. She stayed beside her, refusing to leave, fearing that any moment away might drive her to do something foolish.
• Suddenly, the phone in the room rang.
• Vivienne responded quickly, not wanting to miss any crucial details.
• "Vivienne, if you wish to see your daughters unharmed, come downstairs immediately. I'll be here." Jerry's voice echoed through the receiver.
• "Jerry, what have you done with my daughters? Where are they? Lillian mentioned they were taken by another person. What's the reality?"
• Vivienne's tone grew urgent, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.
• She was in complete disarray, utterly panicked.
• "Hmph, that was just my scheme. Nonsense about being taken away. Your daughters are still in my hands. I only did it to clear my own suspicion.
• "After my careful planning, now all the top figures in Flison City know your daughters aren't in my hands.
• "Thus, even if I secretly have them both killed, I won't have the slightest trouble."
• Jerry was almost driven to madness.
• He had intended to use Hope and Grace to pressure Vivienne into submission, but now both girls had been snatched away, and his men were either dead or severely injured.
• He went straight to where Vivienne was hiding, attempting one last gamble. He tried to deceive her, claiming it was all his scheme, hoping to manipulate her into becoming his woman.
• "I'll be waiting downstairs. If you fail to appear within three minutes, prepare to retrieve their corpses."
• Jerry's voice turned icy.
• "No, I beg you, spare my daughters ... "
• Vivienne's hoarse cry reverberated, her complexion drained of colour, yet the call had already terminated.
• Without hesitation, she rushed downstairs, Lillian was unable to hold her back.
• "Bring her here and take her away!"
• Jerry, stationed with his men outside the mansion, immediately ordered as soon as he saw Vivienne emerge.
• His men moved swiftly, subduing Vivienne and Lillian, prepared to take Vivienne by force.
• "Return my daughters to me. Jerry, bring them back ... "
• Vivienne's pleas were desperate.
• "Jerry, what is your intention here? I warn you! If any harm befalls Vivienne and her daughters, the Ashwoods will not forgive you. Do not underestimate us."
• Lillian's eyes flashed with fury.
• "You idi*t, what nonsense are you spouting?"
• Jerry's brow furrowed at Lillian's threat. Enraged, he lifted his hand and delivered a blow across her face.
• Slap!
• The echo of the slap lingered as Lillian bore the imprint of his hand on her cheek.
• "Lillian, do not presume I am afraid of your family.
• "Pftt!
• "Behind the Houles stands the most formidable family in Zyltria. Do you honestly think the insignificant Ashwoods can intimidate me?"
• He spoke with disdain, ignoring the fury in Lillian's eyes, and continued with icy resolve.
• "Today, I will take Vivienne alongside me, claiming her as my own. As for your family ...
• "When I have the chance, I'll deal with you all. Today, I'm leaving my mark. From now on, your family will have no peace in Flison City."
• Shhh!
• Upon hearing his words, Lillian's face turned suddenly pale.
• "Vivienne, this night you will be mine, and from now on, you are exclusively mine. Only I can control you ... "
• He fixed his gaze upon Vivienne, his face twisted with a blend of affection and animosity.
• Vivienne's face was filled with despair.
• At that moment, a cold, indifferent voice pierced through the air like a chilling wind, echoing in everyone's ears.
• "Jerry, it's time for you to face your death!"