Chapter 239
Chapter 239:
A sinister gleam appeared in his eyes as he imagined the scene. “I plan to end Thiago myself and make him suffer intensely. I want him to meet an end as agonizing as his mother’s. That’s the consequence of going against me p>
He glanced at his bandaged right hand. “First, I’ll sever his limbs, forcing him to beg for mercy p>
He turned to Rosie, eager to know her plan. “Miss Harper, what do you want to do to Brenna? I’ll make sure to follow your orders p>
Rosie’s expression grew cold, her voice steady. “I plan to take care of her myself. I’ll have her assaulted by several men, leaving scars that will last a lifetime. Let’s see if Ethan still loves her after that p>
Seeing a rare chance to settle old scores, she devised a cunning scheme: let Brenna be attacked, then “rescue” her, making Brenna indebted and grateful.
The thought filled Rosie with deep satisfaction.
In a private lounge of an upscale bar, an opulent display of premium liquor adorned the table, each bottle carrying a price tag over fifty thousand dollars. Tucked beneath one of the red wine bottles, the edge of a gift card peeked out, showing a value of at least a hundred thousand dollars.
Lounging contentedly, the rotund tax bureau director, surrounded by several beautiful women, beamed with satisfaction at the lavish setup Rosie and Harlan had arranged for him.
Not far off, a small leather briefcase rested casually on the floor. Inside, it brimmed with stacks of cash estimated to be at least a million dollars.
The director’s beady eyes narrowed into slits as he fixated on the enticing figures of the women, his hands wandering without restraint. As he sipped the wine handed to him by one of the women, he reassured Harlan, “You are too kind. This matter won’t be difficult to handle p>
Harlan felt a surge of relief. He had finally secured the director’s cooperation. Now, his next challenge was figuring out how to win over the people at the prosecutor’s office.
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On Friday, Brenna worked late into the night. Her studio had recently taken on a project to design a helicopter for civilian use, and every employee was putting in overtime. That day, they were down to the final control system, which Brenna was responsible for. She and Thiago worked until eleven at night, eventually completing most of it. The other employees gradually left, leaving the spacious studio quiet, with just the two of them left.
Thiago studied the blueprints on the screen with laser focus, carefully reviewing each component diagram submitted by the team. The designs had gone through multiple rounds of revisions and were now nearly flawless.
A satisfied smile crept across his face as he glanced at his watch. “It’s past eleven. Let’s grab a late-night snack. I’ll drive you home afterward p>
Brenna nodded. She had already completed her work on the control system. It was ready to be delivered to the client on Monday.
“Let’s go,” she said, swiftly packing her laptop into her backpack before heading out of the studio with Thiago.