Hilda smiles faintly and whispers, "What did you say? Look, I am just a weak woman. How can I help
him? But at least, I won't harm him."
Hilda tries to emphasize how I have hurt Frances.
Nevertheless, I refuse to believe her.
I know there is more to her.
She is by no means as weak as she looks. Judging from what she has done, she is no ordinary
woman.
"No, you must have a way," I insist.
Hilda rolls her eyes and smiles, "You are right. I do."
"What?"
I grow impatient and grab her hand, as if I am holding onto my last straw.
She glances at me.
Then she shakes off my hand in disgust.
"Don't touch me."
At a time like this, I really don't mind if she hates me.
There is only one thought in my mind.
She can save Frances!
As long as she can pull him through, I am willing to leave him if she asks me to!
Frances and I have been through so much together. I always think nothing is more important than
being there for him. But now I understand I can only feel at ease when he is safe.
Without Louis Group, he would die.
I can never let that happen.
"Tell me. How can you help him? Please, tell me."
I look at Hilda and plead anxiously.
She shoots a cold glance at my face and says indifferently,
"Actually, if Lawrence is down, the company will be fine. A scandal can only harm its stock price
temporarily. It will survive all right. When it blows over, the share price will rebound. The real problem is
Lawrence is trying to make it worse."
She means if Lawrence stops, Louis Group will be fine?
"I think you know what I mean."
Of course I do.
Lawrence is doing this for Whitney.
Therefore, I must deal with Whitney first to make Lawrence stop.
As long as Whitney lets Frances off, everything will be okay.
So, no matter what, I'm going to beg her.
Even if it is a long shot, I must give it a try.
"I understand."
At that, I get up and walk out.
When I reach the door, I see Frances speaking on the phone standing not far away.
Noticing him frowning hard, I grow anxious.
Frances, I won't let anything happen to Louis Group.
I bite my lip and go straight into the elevator.
I know where Whitney lives. I asked Mindy to help me find it.
I take a taxi and rush to the Jordan's.
When I reach their front door, I am stopped.
Eight sturdy men are staring at me coldly with serious looks.
Most importantly, they are armed with guns.
Frances said these guards were all the best retired elites of the Special Forces. They are formidable as
they come.
I found it hard to believe. But now I am truly impressed.
Unfortunately, when it comes to protecting Whitney, what I am looking at is only the tip of the iceberg.
Every corner of the Jordan's Mansion is heavily guarded. Outside Whitney's room, there are people on
duty in shifts.
It is no exaggeration to say that a fly would find it difficult to infiltrate into her room, let alone those who
want to harm her.
Nonetheless, since I'm already here, I must see her.
"Let me in. I have something to discuss with Whitney."
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