NovelUSAChapter 424 He mulled it over for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. "I remember now-it's Citrine Carmichael." At the stime, Monica's head snapped up, her gaze locking onto Mr. Lynn with a sense of urgency. "Are you sure?" Mr. Lynn thumped his chest in reassurance. "Absolutely sure." Monica pressed on. "What else do you know? Telleverything." Without a hint of hesitation, Mr. Lynn betrayed his own father, selling him out in a heartbeat.
Seeing Monica's interest, he continued eagerly, "My dad said Talbot has tried to take down Ms. Carmichael more than once, but she's got the luck of the devil. Every time, she's managed to slip away unharmed." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "My dad also said the Glenwood family won't let her go. Sooner or later, she'll end up as Kali's personal blood bank." Monica's face drained of color, anger flickering in her eyes.
The thought that her sister was in danger made it impossible for Monica to stay calm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe grabbed her bag and rushed out of the club.
Over the years, the Glenwoods had done plenty of business with the Saunders family, and their influence was nothing to scoff at. Monica knew she had to let her aunt know what was happening-only her aunt might have the power to do something.
Wasting no time, Monica drove straight to the company.
Inside C. Corp, Hilda was just about to meet with sinternational clients in the conference room when Monica burst in.
Hilda shot her a cold look, her voice icy. "What is it now? Can't you act with a little decorum?" Monica, too anxious to care about her usual fear of her aunt, looked Hilda straight in the eye. "Aunt Hilda, I have something urgent to tell you." Hilda's gaze grew even frostier. She set down her pen and leveled Monica with a steely glare. "Get out. I have important clients waiting." The force of Hilda's authority made Monica tremble, but she refused to back down.
Forcing herself to meet Hilda's eyes, she spoke each word with determination. "Aunt Hilda, I've found my sister. The Glenwoods are after her-Talbot wants to tum her into Kali's living blood supply." Hilda slammed her palm on the table, eyes dark with menace. "Monica, how dare you bring her up? Are you looking for trouble?" "Don't think I won't discipline you just because you're my niece." "Get out." Without hesitation, she grabbed a paperweight from the table and hurled it at Monica.
It struck Monica in the head.
Warm blood trickled down her forehead. Ignoring the pain, Monica clutched her head and dropped to her knees with a thud. "Aunt Hilda, please I'm begging you. Talbot is ruthless. If this goes on, she't be killed." Hilda let out a derisive laugh, a wild glint in her eye. "So what? She's not my daughter." Her own daughter was gone. The fate of anyone else meant nothing to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMonica's desperation grew. "She is. She's your daughter."
Monica understood her aunt's harshness. After years of failed m searches and disappointment, Hilda had long since broken down. It was no wonder she didn't believe her; Monica couldn't even blher.
Hilda glanced at her watch, irritation flashing in her eyes. "Shut up, youn idiot. Do you have any deta how you important this meeting is? If you mess this up, can you fix it?"
Monica's voice broke with urgency.
"Aunt Hilda, no business deal is worth business dealis more than your own daughter.
Please-I'm begging you to save Citrine." She added, her tone steely, "If you don't, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Hilda was about to lash out again, but at that name, she froze. "What...what did you just say?" "Citrine? Her nis Citrine?" Hilda's voice trembled with sudden emotion.
Monica's eyes brightened with hope. "Yes. Her nis Citrine Carmichael."
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