Chapter 927:
After all, Mabel still had her uses, and Kaelyn wasn’t ready to discard her just yet.
Kaelyn massaged her temples and said, “Enough with the crying! What good will it do? Will it magically stop
Elyse?”
Mabel trembled, her eyes wide with fear as she watched Kaelyn, dreading the possibility of her anger. She
suppressed her sobs and asked, “Kaelyn, what should | do? | had thought Fiona would bring Elyse down, but she
failed and is now behind bars.”
Kaelyn sighed, shaking her head. “I had someone handle the situation. There is no evidence against her, and the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinvestigation is closing soon. Fiona should be out before long.”
Mabel grumbled, “She defied your wishes and refused to acknowledge our deal. Once she is out, I'll make sure
she pays!”
“There is nothing to worry about. If she doesn’t give us what we want, we will find another way to make her pay.”
Kaelyn leaned against the table, slowly rising with an empty glass in hand. She hiccupped, then flashed a
charming smile. “I might as well go meet Fiona myself.”
Mabel’s earlier frustration melted away, touched by Kaelyn’s willingness to step in. Determined to repay Kaelyn’s
kindness, she vowed to work even harder.
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Mabel followed Kaelyn to the detention center where Fiona was being held. They waited at the entrance for half
an hour before Fiona finally emerged, looking deflated, her violin clutched tightly in her hand.
As Fiona stepped outside, her gaze landed on a sleek black luxury car idling in front of her. She dismissed it with
a glance, assuming it wasn’t there for her, and continued on her way.
But before she could get far, Mabel blocked her path, a faint smile on her lips. “And where do you think you're
going? We need to have a little chat.”
Fiona’s gaze darted nervously toward the luxury car, then back to Mabel. In a desperate move, she swung her
violin case at Mabel and bolted.
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But how far could she really go? Kaelyn had anticipated her move.
Kaelyn’s bodyguards swiftly overpowered Fiona, forcing her into the car. Nursing a fresh bruise on her face,
Mabel followed closely behind.
“Go on, run! Did you think you could get away with it? How dare you hit me! Are you tired of living?” The
moment Mabel got into the car, she slapped Fiona hard. Fiona’s cheek immediately swelled up. Clutching her
head, she screamed in terror, “I'm sorry! Please don’t hit me! I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, | swear!”
But Mabel wasn’t buying it. She yanked Fiona’s hair and delivered another series of stinging slaps. When Fiona
raised her hands to shield her face, Mabel unleashed a flurry of punches to her head.
After what felt like an eternity, Mabel finally stopped, her breath ragged as she glared at Fiona with pure malice.