“And the gasoline we prepared was somehow all swapped out for water. There’s no way we can get a large amount of gasoline on such short notice.”Belinda’s expression instantly darkened. She slowly lowered her phone from her ear, realizing that she had been the only one ensnared in a trap that night. She glared fiercely at Audrey and the others, unable to understand how they had managed to pull this off. They had not shown their faces at all before tonight. Even after they did appear, they had just wandered around in the courtyard and had a caustic exchange with her that was not even that intense.Belinda realized that the one who had truly been trapped was herself. Audrey had brought so many people with her just to make her believe she could take them all down at once. Little did she know that they had dug her a pit to jump into of her own accord.What was she supposed to do now? The police had arrived. There was no way for her and Mr. Gordon to resolve this amicably. Just like that
Decades had passed, so Belinda might not necessarily be sentenced to death, considering it had been forty or fifty years since.Audrey said calmly, “Belinda, neither you nor your assistant can escape tonight. How did we manage this? Didn’t I tell you that the people who saved Uncle True were legends from decades ago? Don’t you know how capable they are? “You didn’t think you were the only one capable of scheming, and that we’d just do nothing despite knowing you wanted to get rid of all of us, did you? You were watching our every move, but we were watching you too. Besides, did you really think you could keep a close watch on us all? There are so many of us. Who could you guarantee to have watched round the clock?”Any one of them could easily set up a counterattack or sabotage Belinda's plans. Belinda wanted to set fire to Fisher Manor because she could no longer live in it and even wanted everyone who entered the manor tonight to die in the fire too. Hence, they swapped all the g
Belinda dragged her hostage upstairs up to the top floor. It was a good distance from the crowd downstairs and they had backed up quite far. The gun she had could not shoot that far, so she would not hit anyone even if she fired. All she could do was threaten the crowd that if anyone approached the door, she would fire. If she fired at the door from the top floor, she could still hit someone.The hostage was knocked out, so she could free a hand to call Mr. Gordon and get him to save her. If she could not take everyone down with her, then she did not want to die anymore. She wanted to escape. She had a small helicopter. If Gordon flew it over, he could save her from her dire straits. The policemen below had already called their superiors, asking for backup and snipers.“Mom, let her go and put down the gun! I’m begging you, please don’t go any further down this path.” Caroline ran forward fearlessly, shouting up at her mother from several meters away, pleading for her to stop. She ur
Audrey also reached out to pull Caroline to her side and she said, “Liberty’s right. Don’t go inside. Look at her. When she shot your father, she pulled the trigger without any hesitation. She’s gone mad.”Hunter had fainted from the pain of the gunshot. Adrian and his brothers were frozen from shock, not having expected their mother to actually shoot their father. When they saw that she even fired at Caroline, the three brothers were even less inclined to step forward, fearing dearly that their mother would shoot to kill them without a care that they were her sons. They stayed by Hunter’s side, waiting for the paramedics to arrive to send their father to the emergency room.Caroline’s eyes reddened as she looked up at Belinda, standing by the rooftop balcony railing. She broke free of Audrey’s grip and ran to the front of the crowd once more, kneeling with a loud sound. She banged her head against the ground, kowtowing as she cried out, “Mom, please, I’m begging you—don’t continue
True—no matter how capable Mr. Gordon was, he was still human, after all. He was an elderly man himself, being older than her by a few years, and was almost eighty years old. He continued working tirelessly for her. No matter how outstanding he was, he could not compete with the younger ones in Zachary’s generation. He was not a god.Take Patrick for example; had he not been impressive? Even then, he was pushed to the limit by the assassins she sent back then and almost died. Even though he survived, he sustained severe injuries that gave him recurring pain and illness over the years. If Doc had not been the one who saved him, there was no way he would have lived to see this day.Belinda still could not believe she was at the end of her rope. She called Mr. Gordon again. The call seemed to connect, but he did not pick up. It rang for a long time and still, he did not answer. After it stopped, Belinda called again but still got the same result.Belinda's heart felt like it had plumme
They were so far away that she could not even see their features clearly. Who could she hit with her two remaining bullets? The only possible target was herself. She peered at the family member she had taken hostage and recognized the young lady, who was a fairly capable woman. If the girl was kept alive, then she would be a threat to Caroline. Belinda felt she should kill the girl.On second thought, under the current circumstances, Caroline might not be able to become the head of the family. She would keep these capable family members alive then, to make things difficult for Liberty.Liberty only had workplace experience before getting married and having children, which caused her to disconnect from society for a few years. After her divorce, she started anew with a breakfast diner business. Later, she opened a restaurant, but the scope was still limited. It was not until she came to Jensburg and established a new company that she truly entered the business world, and her experie
“Mom, don’t!” Caroline screamed, but a gunshot resounded just as she was about to rush over to Belinda. All she could do was watch her mother slowly fall limp.“Mom!” Caroline rushed forward, barely managing to catch her mother as she collapsed. The gun slipped from Belinda’s hand and fell to the ground.“Mom… Mom!” Caroline cried as she hugged her mother’s body. Belinda's eyes were open and she gazed at her daughter, seeming to want to say something but unable to. At that moment, she seemed to see her sisters. Tiara was looking at her with a stern expression and Alivia looked livid. They were understandably angry; she had betrayed them. “Tiara… I'm sorry...” Belinda whispered weakly. Her eyes began to close slowly, but a faint smile appeared on her face. She felt a sense of relief wash over her. She could finally go to her sisters and apologize. She was wrong! She should not have caused her sisters’ deaths in her pursuit of power and influence. Their parents had passed away ea
Mr. Gordon murmured softly. He gave a bow toward the main house, a long deep bow, then he rose and turned to leave. His subordinates, confused, followed him out. Once outside the manor, Mr. Gordon got into his car alone, dismissing them from following him, and drove away into the night.As darkness fell, it marked the end of the darkest hour, giving way to light.It was a new day. The news of Belinda’s suicide dominated all media in Jensburg. Numerous reports circulated about her past, detailing how she had harmed her sisters. Speculations also emerged about her jealousy toward Tiara and her unrequited love for Mr. Foster, Tiara’s assistant, which had allegedly driven her to betray her family.The whole city was talking about it. All members of the Fisher family received inquiries from friends and acquaintances, while Fisher Enterprise was also rife with unrest. Caroline announced a week-long break in their work group chat, instructing senior management to notify everyone. The entir