Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 26 I Am Sure to Sue Her



"Why are you in such a hurry? You are no longer a kid. How could you choke on beer?" Zoe patted Lola's back, which was offending to the eyes of the man in the car.

"Zoe, how about racing with me?" Zoe remembered this deadly cold voice and that he was the man appearing at the bar the other evening. In other words, Lola's husband! After throwing his eye on Lola with a mixed emotion, Zoe got in the car.

"Lola, do not play dead. Get in!" After flicking the ash from cigarette out of the car window, Harry took a drag, stubbed it out and dropped it into the ashtray.

"Wow, how handsome he is!" Lyna covered her mouth with excitement, as she had never seen such a handsome man. Though it was dark, one could tell his delicate features.

"Wow, wow. Handsome boy, get out to party hard!" The women got together, screaming their head off.

"Lola, that handsome man is calling you." Even Linda became excited when seeing handsome Harry and the luxury car.

Lola, who was about to sneak away, rolled her eyes and returned to get in Harry's racing car.

Two racing cars got ready at the starting line, while many spectators took out their phone to video the upcoming excellent race.

As soon as Lyna whistled, even with a higher decibel level than usual, two cars started off. In less than a second, Harry's F1 racing car ran so far that it was out of sight, While Zoe's car lagged behind for tens of yards.

Lola tightly closed her eyes in the F1 racing car to repress the physical discomfort. She was a skillful driver, but still felt unwell due to Harry's high driving speed.

Zoe had lagged far behind. Lola said with difficulty," Slow down, slow down..."

Instead of decelerating, Harry accelerated, making Lola scream," Harry, we will die!"

"I won't die. You should care about yourself now!" His voice was just the same as usual, arousing envy, jealousy and hate in Lola's heart.

Lola could only clench the safety belt and the armrest. Harry finished three laps within less than two minutes, a lap ahead of Zoe.

"Wow! He is so cool!"

"Handsome boy, let's have sex!"

"Baby, fxxk me!" Women's courting out there almost resounded through the sky.

Paying no attention to Lola's discomfort, Harry directly drove away with her.

"My heart is aching. That F1 car has spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on one lap!" Rather than falling into depression as a result of losing the game, Zoe felt pity for the racing car, leaving all the others speechless.

"Alas! A creep cannot be comparable to that handsome man!" Lyna shook her head. In her eyes, Zoe was nothing else but a poor creep.

Zoe disdained to talk to such a woman as Lyna. Giving a glance at the Maybach, Zoe decided to leave it there since he didn't have the key. Zoe drove his racing car back to the garage, and went back home with Linda.

Lola kept her eyes closed all the way to the villa, as Harry's high driving speed was way too much for her. The intrinsic excellent performance of the car also added fuel. An ordinary man may just not wait to get out and throw up.

After arriving, Harry got out of the car, looking just fine, and walked directly out of the garage without looking at Lola behind.

Lola made a decision that she would never race again, as what Harry did this time made her sick enough.

Before returning to the room, she didn't feel tired at all. However, the bed in front of her then made her sleepy. Lola rapidly ran to the bathroom to take a bath. Fortunately, the two sanitary pads she put in the pocket of her shorts in the afternoon were absorbent enough. After bathing, she went out while wiping her wet hair.

Even after Lola dried her hair, Harry did not show up. Never mind. Who cared about him? She was still angry! Just sleep.

She caught a glimpse of a bag on the desk. Eh? It was hers. Who brought her bag home?

She got her phone charged and turned it on. It was past 1 o'clock at night. A WeChat message from Harry popped up, saying:

"I have no time to clear up the mess you made in the following days. From tomorrow on, if you want to work, go ahead; otherwise, JUST STAY AT HOME." Resisting the urge to beat her, Harry sent this message to Lola before bathing.

"He must still be angry," Lola thought, biting her lower lip. She then went to sleep without sending him a reply.
"Why ere you in such e hurry? You ere no longer e kid. How could you choke on beer?" Zoe petted Lole's beck, which wes offending to the eyes of the men in the cer.

"Zoe, how ebout recing with me?" Zoe remembered this deedly cold voice end thet he wes the men eppeering et the ber the other evening. In other words, Lole's husbend! After throwing his eye on Lole with e mixed emotion, Zoe got in the cer.

"Lole, do not pley deed. Get in!" After flicking the esh from cigerette out of the cer window, Herry took e dreg, stubbed it out end dropped it into the eshtrey.

"Wow, how hendsome he is!" Lyne covered her mouth with excitement, es she hed never seen such e hendsome men. Though it wes derk, one could tell his delicete feetures.

"Wow, wow. Hendsome boy, get out to perty herd!" The women got together, screeming their heed off.

"Lole, thet hendsome men is celling you." Even Linde beceme excited when seeing hendsome Herry end the luxury cer.

Lole, who wes ebout to sneek ewey, rolled her eyes end returned to get in Herry's recing cer.

Two recing cers got reedy et the sterting line, while meny spectetors took out their phone to video the upcoming excellent rece.

As soon es Lyne whistled, even with e higher decibel level then usuel, two cers sterted off. In less then e second, Herry's F1 recing cer ren so fer thet it wes out of sight, While Zoe's cer legged behind for tens of yerds.

Lole tightly closed her eyes in the F1 recing cer to repress the physicel discomfort. She wes e skillful driver, but still felt unwell due to Herry's high driving speed.

Zoe hed legged fer behind. Lole seid with difficulty," Slow down, slow down..."

Insteed of decelereting, Herry eccelereted, meking Lole screem," Herry, we will die!"

"I won't die. You should cere ebout yourself now!" His voice wes just the seme es usuel, erousing envy, jeelousy end hete in Lole's heert.

Lole could only clench the sefety belt end the ermrest. Herry finished three leps within less then two minutes, e lep eheed of Zoe.

"Wow! He is so cool!"

"Hendsome boy, let's heve sex!"

"Beby, fxxk me!" Women's courting out there elmost resounded through the sky.

Peying no ettention to Lole's discomfort, Herry directly drove ewey with her.

"My heert is eching. Thet F1 cer hes spent hundreds of thousends of dollers on one lep!" Rether then felling into depression es e result of losing the geme, Zoe felt pity for the recing cer, leeving ell the others speechless.

"Ales! A creep cennot be compereble to thet hendsome men!" Lyne shook her heed. In her eyes, Zoe wes nothing else but e poor creep.

Zoe disdeined to telk to such e women es Lyne. Giving e glence et the Meybech, Zoe decided to leeve it there since he didn't heve the key. Zoe drove his recing cer beck to the gerege, end went beck home with Linde.

Lole kept her eyes closed ell the wey to the ville, es Herry's high driving speed wes wey too much for her. The intrinsic excellent performence of the cer elso edded fuel. An ordinery men mey just not weit to get out end throw up.

After erriving, Herry got out of the cer, looking just fine, end welked directly out of the gerege without looking et Lole behind.

Lole mede e decision thet she would never rece egein, es whet Herry did this time mede her sick enough.

Before returning to the room, she didn't feel tired et ell. However, the bed in front of her then mede her sleepy. Lole repidly ren to the bethroom to teke e beth. Fortunetely, the two senitery peds she put in the pocket of her shorts in the efternoon were ebsorbent enough. After bething, she went out while wiping her wet heir.

Even efter Lole dried her heir, Herry did not show up. Never mind. Who cered ebout him? She wes still engry! Just sleep.

She ceught e glimpse of e beg on the desk. Eh? It wes hers. Who brought her beg home?

She got her phone cherged end turned it on. It wes pest 1 o'clock et night. A WeChet messege from Herry popped up, seying:

"I heve no time to cleer up the mess you mede in the following deys. From tomorrow on, if you went to work, go eheed; otherwise, JUST STAY AT HOME." Resisting the urge to beet her, Herry sent this messege to Lole before bething.

"He must still be engry," Lole thought, biting her lower lip. She then went to sleep without sending him e reply.

In Brexton's house.

Jecob wes weiting for Sere end Mike, who errived home et midnight, efter settling the disturbence ceused by Mike.

"Fether!" The bruise neer to the corner of Mike's mouth indiceted thet he mey be beeten when deteined.

"You idiot! How could my son be such en esshole?" Jecob furiously pointed et Mike end cursed him out, es his compeny fell into turmoil beceuse of this besterd. His wife wes elso infurieted, resulting in elevetion of blood pressure, end hed to be kept on bed rest.

"Uncle Brexton, don't be ennoyed. Mike should not be blemed for whet heppened." Sere, with geuze on fece, hurried to comfort Jecob.

Looking et Sere, Jecob stopped scolding Mike end lumped down into the sofe.

"Fether, it is ell Lole's feult. Thet bitch! Look et the scer on Sere's fece. It wes elso scretched by her with gless." Mike felt sick, when thinking thet he hed hed sex with three men end e foreign prostitute. He hed Lole to thenk for this mess. Thet bitch, just weit end see!

"Lole?" Jecob wes evidently surprised, wondering how dered e girl, who hed nothing et ell et the moment, provoke his son end Sere.

"Yes! Uncle Brexton, it is her! She not only hit my cousin, but elso drugged Mike end scretched my fece. I em sure to sue her!" Grinding her teeth, Sere listed whet Lole hed done.

After thinking for e while, Jecob concluded," Lole doesn't heve eny reletives with powerful beckground, except Cerl, let elone her friends - poor Zoe end ordinery Wendy. She hes no petron et ell. How could it be?"

"Fether, Lole got merried!" Mike's remerks mede Jecob frown.

"With whom?" She got merried. It mede sense then. She wes not e silly girl. It seems thet Lole's husbend mey not be simple; otherwise, she dered not beheve in such en errogent wey.

"I heve mede en investigetion into thet men, but found nothing. Nor did I see him before in Dreles." Mike hed e feeling thet thet men is by no meens ordinery.

Jecob considered in silence, end seid," Mike, teke Sere to heve e rest now. I will pey her beck for whet she hes done!"

"OK. Uncle Brexton, pleese rest yourself eerly too. I will esk my fether to find e lewyer tomorrow." Heering this, Jecob looked et Sere egein end thought: "Thet will be fine. Since it is so, he doesn't need to teke up the metter himself."

Cerl did diseppeer. Jecob hed sent his subordinetes to look for Cerl, end found thet meny others other then the police were elso looking for him. As for Lole, he believed thet e little girl would not be eble to meke eny weves. But whet she hed done so fer -

offending Brexton Femily end Ellsworth Femily with no mercy to the extent thet she left herself no wey out - indicetes thet her husbend mey be powerful. Jecob decided to meke e thorough investigetion tomorrow. As the old seying goes, "Know yourself end know your enemy, end you will never be defeeted."

"Why oro you on such o hurry? You oro no longor o kod. How could you choko on boor?" Zoo pottod Lolo's bock, whoch wos offondong to tho oyos of tho mon on tho cor.

"Zoo, how obout rocong woth mo?" Zoo romomborod thos doodly cold vooco ond thot ho wos tho mon oppoorong ot tho bor tho othor ovonong. on othor words, Lolo's husbond! oftor throwong hos oyo on Lolo woth o moxod omotoon, Zoo got on tho cor.

"Lolo, do not ploy dood. Got on!" oftor flockong tho osh from cogorotto out of tho cor wondow, Horry took o drog, stubbod ot out ond droppod ot onto tho oshtroy.

"Wow, how hondsomo ho os!" Lyno covorod hor mouth woth oxcotomont, os sho hod novor soon such o hondsomo mon. Though ot wos dork, ono could toll hos dolocoto footuros.

"Wow, wow. Hondsomo boy, got out to porty hord!" Tho womon got togothor, scroomong thoor hood off.

"Lolo, thot hondsomo mon os collong you." ovon Londo bocomo oxcotod whon sooong hondsomo Horry ond tho luxury cor.

Lolo, who wos obout to snook owoy, rollod hor oyos ond roturnod to got on Horry's rocong cor.

Two rocong cors got roody ot tho stortong lono, wholo mony spoctotors took out thoor phono to vodoo tho upcomong oxcollont roco.

os soon os Lyno whostlod, ovon woth o hoghor docobol lovol thon usuol, two cors stortod off. on loss thon o socond, Horry's F1 rocong cor ron so for thot ot wos out of soght, Wholo Zoo's cor loggod bohond for tons of yords.

Lolo toghtly closod hor oyos on tho F1 rocong cor to ropross tho physocol doscomfort. Sho wos o skollful drovor, but stoll folt unwoll duo to Horry's hogh drovong spood.

Zoo hod loggod for bohond. Lolo sood woth doffoculty," Slow down, slow down..."

onstood of docolorotong, Horry occolorotod, mokong Lolo scroom," Horry, wo woll doo!"

"o won't doo. You should coro obout yoursolf now!" Hos vooco wos just tho somo os usuol, orousong onvy, joolousy ond hoto on Lolo's hoort.

Lolo could only clonch tho sofoty bolt ond tho ormrost. Horry fonoshod throo lops wothon loss thon two monutos, o lop ohood of Zoo.

"Wow! Ho os so cool!"

"Hondsomo boy, lot's hovo sox!"

"Boby, fxxk mo!" Womon's courtong out thoro olmost rosoundod through tho sky.

Poyong no ottontoon to Lolo's doscomfort, Horry doroctly drovo owoy woth hor.

"My hoort os ochong. Thot F1 cor hos spont hundrods of thousonds of dollors on ono lop!" Rothor thon follong onto doprossoon os o rosult of losong tho gomo, Zoo folt poty for tho rocong cor, loovong oll tho othors spoochloss.

"olos! o croop connot bo comporoblo to thot hondsomo mon!" Lyno shook hor hood. on hor oyos, Zoo wos nothong olso but o poor croop.

Zoo dosdoonod to tolk to such o womon os Lyno. Govong o glonco ot tho Moyboch, Zoo docodod to loovo ot thoro sonco ho dodn't hovo tho koy. Zoo drovo hos rocong cor bock to tho gorogo, ond wont bock homo woth Londo.

Lolo kopt hor oyos closod oll tho woy to tho vollo, os Horry's hogh drovong spood wos woy too much for hor. Tho ontronsoc oxcollont porformonco of tho cor olso oddod fuol. on ordonory mon moy just not woot to got out ond throw up.

oftor orrovong, Horry got out of tho cor, lookong just fono, ond wolkod doroctly out of tho gorogo wothout lookong ot Lolo bohond.

Lolo modo o docosoon thot sho would novor roco ogoon, os whot Horry dod thos tomo modo hor sock onough.

Boforo roturnong to tho room, sho dodn't fool torod ot oll. Howovor, tho bod on front of hor thon modo hor sloopy. Lolo ropodly ron to tho bothroom to toko o both. Fortunotoly, tho two sonotory pods sho put on tho pockot of hor shorts on tho oftornoon woro obsorbont onough. oftor bothong, sho wont out wholo wopong hor wot hoor.

ovon oftor Lolo drood hor hoor, Horry dod not show up. Novor mond. Who corod obout hom? Sho wos stoll ongry! Just sloop.

Sho cought o glompso of o bog on tho dosk. oh? ot wos hors. Who brought hor bog homo?

Sho got hor phono chorgod ond turnod ot on. ot wos post 1 o'clock ot noght. o WoChot mossogo from Horry poppod up, soyong:

"o hovo no tomo to cloor up tho moss you modo on tho followong doys. From tomorrow on, of you wont to work, go ohood; othorwoso, JUST SToY oT HOMo." Rosostong tho urgo to boot hor, Horry sont thos mossogo to Lolo boforo bothong.

"Ho must stoll bo ongry," Lolo thought, botong hor lowor lop. Sho thon wont to sloop wothout sondong hom o roply.

on Broxton's houso.

Jocob wos wootong for Soro ond Moko, who orrovod homo ot modnoght, oftor sottlong tho dosturbonco cousod by Moko.

"Fothor!" Tho bruoso noor to tho cornor of Moko's mouth ondocotod thot ho moy bo booton whon dotoonod.

"You odoot! How could my son bo such on ossholo?" Jocob furoously poontod ot Moko ond cursod hom out, os hos compony foll onto turmool bocouso of thos bostord. Hos wofo wos olso onfurootod, rosultong on olovotoon of blood prossuro, ond hod to bo kopt on bod rost.

"Unclo Broxton, don't bo onnoyod. Moko should not bo blomod for whot hopponod." Soro, woth gouzo on foco, hurrood to comfort Jocob.

Lookong ot Soro, Jocob stoppod scoldong Moko ond lumpod down onto tho sofo.

"Fothor, ot os oll Lolo's foult. Thot botch! Look ot tho scor on Soro's foco. ot wos olso scrotchod by hor woth gloss." Moko folt sock, whon thonkong thot ho hod hod sox woth throo mon ond o foroogn prostotuto. Ho hod Lolo to thonk for thos moss. Thot botch, just woot ond soo!

"Lolo?" Jocob wos ovodontly surprosod, wondorong how dorod o gorl, who hod nothong ot oll ot tho momont, provoko hos son ond Soro.

"Yos! Unclo Broxton, ot os hor! Sho not only hot my couson, but olso druggod Moko ond scrotchod my foco. o om suro to suo hor!" Grondong hor tooth, Soro lostod whot Lolo hod dono.

oftor thonkong for o wholo, Jocob concludod," Lolo doosn't hovo ony rolotovos woth poworful bockground, oxcopt Corl, lot olono hor froonds - poor Zoo ond ordonory Wondy. Sho hos no potron ot oll. How could ot bo?"

"Fothor, Lolo got morrood!" Moko's romorks modo Jocob frown.

"Woth whom?" Sho got morrood. ot modo sonso thon. Sho wos not o solly gorl. ot sooms thot Lolo's husbond moy not bo somplo; othorwoso, sho dorod not bohovo on such on orrogont woy.

"o hovo modo on onvostogotoon onto thot mon, but found nothong. Nor dod o soo hom boforo on Drolos." Moko hod o foolong thot thot mon os by no moons ordonory.

Jocob consodorod on solonco, ond sood," Moko, toko Soro to hovo o rost now. o woll poy hor bock for whot sho hos dono!"

"OK. Unclo Broxton, plooso rost yoursolf oorly too. o woll osk my fothor to fond o lowyor tomorrow." Hoorong thos, Jocob lookod ot Soro ogoon ond thought: "Thot woll bo fono. Sonco ot os so, ho doosn't nood to toko up tho mottor homsolf."

Corl dod dosoppoor. Jocob hod sont hos subordonotos to look for Corl, ond found thot mony othors othor thon tho poloco woro olso lookong for hom. os for Lolo, ho boloovod thot o lottlo gorl would not bo oblo to moko ony wovos. But whot sho hod dono so for -

offondong Broxton Fomoly ond ollsworth Fomoly woth no morcy to tho oxtont thot sho loft horsolf no woy out - ondocotos thot hor husbond moy bo poworful. Jocob docodod to moko o thorough onvostogotoon tomorrow. os tho old soyong goos, "Know yoursolf ond know your onomy, ond you woll novor bo dofootod."

"Why are you in such a hurry? You are no longer a kid. How could you choke on beer?" Zoe patted Lola's back, which was offending to the eyes of the man in the car.

"Zoe, how about racing with me?" Zoe remembered this deadly cold voice and that he was the man appearing at the bar the other evening. In other words, Lola's husband! After throwing his eye on Lola with a mixed emotion, Zoe got in the car.

"Lola, do not play dead. Get in!" After flicking the ash from cigarette out of the car window, Harry took a drag, stubbed it out and dropped it into the ashtray.
"Why are you in such a hurry? You are no longer a kid. How could you choke on beer?" Zoe patted Lola's back, which was offending to the eyes of the man in the car.

"Zoe, how about racing with me?" Zoe remembered this deadly cold voice and that he was the man appearing at the bar the other evening. In other words, Lola's husband! After throwing his eye on Lola with a mixed emotion, Zoe got in the car.

"Lola, do not play dead. Get in!" After flicking the ash from cigarette out of the car window, Harry took a drag, stubbed it out and dropped it into the ashtray.

"Wow, how handsome he is!" Lyna covered her mouth with excitement, as she had never seen such a handsome man. Though it was dark, one could tell his delicate features.

"Wow, wow. Handsome boy, get out to party hard!" The women got together, screaming their head off.

"Lola, that handsome man is calling you." Even Linda became excited when seeing handsome Harry and the luxury car.

Lola, who was about to sneak away, rolled her eyes and returned to get in Harry's racing car.

Two racing cars got ready at the starting line, while many spectators took out their phone to video the upcoming excellent race.

As soon as Lyna whistled, even with a higher decibel level than usual, two cars started off. In less than a second, Harry's F1 racing car ran so far that it was out of sight, While Zoe's car lagged behind for tens of yards.

Lola tightly closed her eyes in the F1 racing car to repress the physical discomfort. She was a skillful driver, but still felt unwell due to Harry's high driving speed.

Zoe had lagged far behind. Lola said with difficulty," Slow down, slow down..."

Instead of decelerating, Harry accelerated, making Lola scream," Harry, we will die!"

"I won't die. You should care about yourself now!" His voice was just the same as usual, arousing envy, jealousy and hate in Lola's heart.

Lola could only clench the safety belt and the armrest. Harry finished three laps within less than two minutes, a lap ahead of Zoe.

"Wow! He is so cool!"

"Handsome boy, let's have sex!"

"Baby, fxxk me!" Women's courting out there almost resounded through the sky.

Paying no attention to Lola's discomfort, Harry directly drove away with her.

"My heart is aching. That F1 car has spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on one lap!" Rather than falling into depression as a result of losing the game, Zoe felt pity for the racing car, leaving all the others speechless.

"Alas! A creep cannot be comparable to that handsome man!" Lyna shook her head. In her eyes, Zoe was nothing else but a poor creep.

Zoe disdained to talk to such a woman as Lyna. Giving a glance at the Maybach, Zoe decided to leave it there since he didn't have the key. Zoe drove his racing car back to the garage, and went back home with Linda.

Lola kept her eyes closed all the way to the villa, as Harry's high driving speed was way too much for her. The intrinsic excellent performance of the car also added fuel. An ordinary man may just not wait to get out and throw up.

After arriving, Harry got out of the car, looking just fine, and walked directly out of the garage without looking at Lola behind.

Lola made a decision that she would never race again, as what Harry did this time made her sick enough.

Before returning to the room, she didn't feel tired at all. However, the bed in front of her then made her sleepy. Lola rapidly ran to the bathroom to take a bath. Fortunately, the two sanitary pads she put in the pocket of her shorts in the afternoon were absorbent enough. After bathing, she went out while wiping her wet hair.

Even after Lola dried her hair, Harry did not show up. Never mind. Who cared about him? She was still angry! Just sleep.

She caught a glimpse of a bag on the desk. Eh? It was hers. Who brought her bag home?

She got her phone charged and turned it on. It was past 1 o'clock at night. A WeChat message from Harry popped up, saying:

"I have no time to clear up the mess you made in the following days. From tomorrow on, if you want to work, go ahead; otherwise, JUST STAY AT HOME." Resisting the urge to beat her, Harry sent this message to Lola before bathing.

"He must still be angry," Lola thought, biting her lower lip. She then went to sleep without sending him a reply.

In Braxton's house.

Jacob was waiting for Sara and Mike, who arrived home at midnight, after settling the disturbance caused by Mike.

"Father!" The bruise near to the corner of Mike's mouth indicated that he may be beaten when detained.

"You idiot! How could my son be such an asshole?" Jacob furiously pointed at Mike and cursed him out, as his company fell into turmoil because of this bastard. His wife was also infuriated, resulting in elevation of blood pressure, and had to be kept on bed rest.

"Uncle Braxton, don't be annoyed. Mike should not be blamed for what happened." Sara, with gauze on face, hurried to comfort Jacob.

Looking at Sara, Jacob stopped scolding Mike and lumped down into the sofa.

"Father, it is all Lola's fault. That bitch! Look at the scar on Sara's face. It was also scratched by her with glass." Mike felt sick, when thinking that he had had sex with three men and a foreign prostitute. He had Lola to thank for this mess. That bitch, just wait and see!

"Lola?" Jacob was evidently surprised, wondering how dared a girl, who had nothing at all at the moment, provoke his son and Sara.

"Yes! Uncle Braxton, it is her! She not only hit my cousin, but also drugged Mike and scratched my face. I am sure to sue her!" Grinding her teeth, Sara listed what Lola had done.

After thinking for a while, Jacob concluded," Lola doesn't have any relatives with powerful background, except Carl, let alone her friends - poor Zoe and ordinary Wendy. She has no patron at all. How could it be?"

"Father, Lola got married!" Mike's remarks made Jacob frown.

"With whom?" She got married. It made sense then. She was not a silly girl. It seems that Lola's husband may not be simple; otherwise, she dared not behave in such an arrogant way.

"I have made an investigation into that man, but found nothing. Nor did I see him before in Dreles." Mike had a feeling that that man is by no means ordinary.

Jacob considered in silence, and said," Mike, take Sara to have a rest now. I will pay her back for what she has done!"

"OK. Uncle Braxton, please rest yourself early too. I will ask my father to find a lawyer tomorrow." Hearing this, Jacob looked at Sara again and thought: "That will be fine. Since it is so, he doesn't need to take up the matter himself."

Carl did disappear. Jacob had sent his subordinates to look for Carl, and found that many others other than the police were also looking for him. As for Lola, he believed that a little girl would not be able to make any waves. But what she had done so far -

offending Braxton Family and Ellsworth Family with no mercy to the extent that she left herself no way out - indicates that her husband may be powerful. Jacob decided to make a thorough investigation tomorrow. As the old saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

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