Filed To Story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“I was planning to settle the score with you when I felt better, but I never thought you would serve yourselves up on a silver platter…”
Flossie wore a calm expression as she walked down the stairs, her knuckles cracking as she clenched and unclenched her fists.
She had discovered earlier that the person who tried to bury Margaret alive four years ago was Jeremy’s close friend, Charles, and for that, she decided that the man would pay with his life…
And that man was standing right before her right now.
Charles turned to Flossie, and disdain flashed on their faces.
Charles mockingly said. “Haha! What a bold statement! Here I was, wondering who it was… Turns out it’s a remaining Ellsworth maggot! Our boss has wanted to eradicate you for a long time, but he let you off because of the Guajardos! You’re just a despicable. housewife who has been demoted, and no one will protect you! I might as well take your useless life to my boss for a reward!
Flossie sneered. “If you’re a dog wanting to ask your master for a bone, you first have to have the ability to do so! If you can run your mouth so well, why don’t you try taking care of your clothes first, hmm?”
“I’ve recorded how you pissed your pants, you know? I wonder what Jeremy would think if he saw how his close friend was so wimpy in a critical moment, and even worse, selling him out so easily?”
When Flossie finished speaking, she turned the volume up to maximum on her phone, repeatedly playing the video of Charles wetting himself when Margaret entered the door.
“Pfft… Haha!”
Some of the men couldn’t help but break out in peals of laughter, holding their hurting stomachs.
“What a wimp!”
Margaret couldn’t help but laugh too. This was probably her first time laughing so hard after suffering for four years!
Charles‘ face twisted into an ugly expression, and he swung his fist at Flossie.
“Damn you! How dare you play me for a fool! I won’t stop if I don’t cripple you today!”
To Charles, Flossie was just a weak little girl, and it would be as easy as stepping on an ant to kill her.
His attack was quick and heavy, and Margaret was frightened as she screamed, “Look out, Miss Flossie!”
Flossie was quick to react and caught his fist. With a smooth motion, she easily flipped and dropped him to the ground.
“Ow!”
Charles couldn’t react to Flossie’s counter and fell straight on his ass. He looked at Flossie incredulously.
“W–what…? What did you just…?!”
Charles was considered to be a person well–versed in martial arts, and he was well aware that the skills Flossie had just displayed couldn’t be pulled off by someone with barely any training. She had to have at least a decade of training under her belt to have done that! How could a weak woman like her do that?!
“Oh, nothing much. Just taking out the trash!”
Flossie was going to continue teaching Charles a lesson when her abdomen suddenly cramped up. She immediately hunched forward and curled into herself.
‘Tsk… What a time to be naughty, little one!‘
Although she had intended to find a way to get them out of there first, it appeared that she wouldn’t be solving this with force.
Hence, she straightened up, kept her composure, and said to Charles, “Consider yourselves lucky that I spared your life today. Hurry up and get lost, or I’ll send this video to Jeremy for entertainment!”
Charles didn’t dare to do anything rash because of the move Flossie had displayed, but also because he was afraid that she would really send the video to Jeremy. If she did, he would be a dead man.
So, he also played along and said, “Hmph! You’re also lucky. It so happens I don’t have enough energy today, which is why I couldn’t kill you!”
Then, he waved his hands at his underlings. “Come on! We’re leaving!”
The men dragged their steel pipes and followed him out.
But suddenly, Charles realized that he might’ve been tricked. Wouldn’t it be safer if he’d just grabbed the phone and destroyed.
the video?
They were big, burly men! How could they let two weak women boss them around?!
“Damn it! Grab that phone and kill her!” Charles roared. He wanted to teach Flossie a lesson for deceiving him.
But suddenly, a strong force came from behind him, and he suddenly felt someone kicking him so hard that he inadvertently began flailing his arms as his feet left the ground…
Seeing the simple, absolutely brutal, and cool style, Flossie knew instantly that she was facing the most oppressive man in Beach City, the crazy young master Halston.
But she didn’t understand. Why would this aristocrat come to this dilapidated haunted house?
Charles had just been dropped on his ass by Flossie, and now someone else had kicked him so hard he felt it to the bones. He could barely restrain his anger, and he was about to start cursing when he turned to meet Halston’s burning eyes. He immediately went pale and almost wet himself again.
“M–Mr. Guajardo! W–why are you here?!”
Halston stared down at Charles, who was prostrating on the ground. His brows were furrowed, and he asked in an obviously upset tone. “Are you one of Jeremy’s people?”
He could vaguely recall the man beside Jeremy from a business deal before this, where they had met. Ah, he was Jeremy’s top bodyguard, wasn’t he? Jeremy was very close to him too.
“Yes, that’s right, Sir! My name is Charles. I’ve been working with Mr. Sunder for many years. Meeting you when you signed the long–term business deal with Sunder Group was a great honor. I’ve always admired you, and today’s formal encounter is a real privilege!”
Charles was practically bending over backward for Halston, and he looked like he would grovel on the ground and worship Halston if he could. This was because he knew Halston had a status above Jeremy, and he couldn’t afford to offend him.
Halston looked indifferently, and without bothering to spare Charles another glance, he looked around the villa. He took in the smashed furniture and the mess, and his frown deepened.
“What’s going on here?” Halston asked.
“Well…”
Charles gulped before stammering. “B–because… Mr. Sunder heard that the Ellsworth villa was haunted. The neighbors around here, including his close friends, expressed their fear… H–he’s a righteous man he said we should clean up this unclean place for everyone’s sake!”
“That’s bullshit!”
Flossie could feel her brain cells deteriorating from the man’s nonsense. Was he insulting their intelligence?
Enduring the pain in her abdomen, she coldly snorted, “Do you think I’m an idiot? Or are you saying Mr. Sunder is stupid? You’re boldly using his name and portraying him as a fool. You seem to be really tired of living, don’t you?”
“Miss Ellsworth, calm down. Mr. Sunder really did say…”
Charles was also in disbelief at his own words, but what else could he do?
He couldn’t say that Jeremy knew that Flossie had moved back into the Ellsworth residence and had deliberately sent Charles to get rid of her, right?!
After all, Flossie was still Halston’s wife. Even if the two were divorced, the man wouldn’t stand back and watch his ex–wife get bullied, that’s for sure!
“What did Mr. Sunder send you here to do again?” Halston asked nonchalantly, attempting to display an attitude of indifference.
“H–he asked us to clean up this dirty place…”
“So, you’re saying that my ex–wife is dirty?”
“N–no! That’s not what I meant!” Charles was sorely tempted to bury his head in the ground. At this moment, he was only
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digging a deeper grave for himself.
“Y–you misunderstand, Mr. Guajardo! I was only… I just…!”
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