A furious Margret yelled at Brenda, "Do you know what you're doing is against the law? If I sue you, you'll end up in jail!"Brenda laughed coldly in response. "Margret, don't be so stupid. Don't you know I can pay my way out of legal trouble? How about we just kill her and forget about beating her up? It'll be a lot less painful" She grinned wickedly.The four burly men began to close in on Margret upon hearing Brenda's suggestion. Margret planted her feet firmly and prepared to fight back, her vigilant glare intimidating them. One of the men chuckled. "Pretty face, why don't you let us have some fun and record it all? We won't even bother to beat you up if you agree."Brenda's eyes lit up with excitement. She eyed Margret provocatively, Margret chided the burly man, "Are you really worthy of bargaining with me?"Margret fiercely thrust forward her fist, catching the burly man off guard and making him stumble back in painful distress. As he spat out a mouthful of blood, the other bur
Margret and her sons entered the house, leaving Brenda and Daniel outside. Brenda, unsure of who Butler Mark was, didn't dare intervene, knowing that someone with so many extravagant cars wouldn't be someone to joke around with.Brenda shot Daniel a glare and snarled, “Daniel, divorce me and I'll make sure to kill Margret - and it'll be all your fault!”Daniel's eyes filled with fury as he snapped back, “Don't even think about it!”“Aha,” Brenda scoffed with a smirk. “We'll see who has the last laugh.”Daniel was left alone in the courtyard, gazing at Margret's home, as Brenda and her four burly men departed. He shook his head and could hardly believe his luck in marrying this 'daughter of the devil'. Daniel was feeling vengeful, but still couldn't undo his marriage vows. He stepped into his car and promised himself, "Brenda, you will regret not divorcing me."*****The city of Houston was in a state of unrest the following morning as several news stories came to light. It was reporte
Margret withdrew her hand from the doorknob and glared at Sea with a stern expression. "Are you making threats, Sea?" she asked icily.Sea chuckled and took a leisurely sip from his teacup. "No, not quite. I happen to know the group responsible for abducting Millicent. They're a formidable clan, but I won't say anything more unless you join me for a chat," he replied.Margret hesitated for a moment, but ultimately relented and took a seat beside Sea. "Tell me about this clan that took Millicent," she requested.Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, wondering who Millicent could have crossed paths with to incur the wrath of such a powerful and organized group. It was a troubling thought, especially considering that even someone as skilled as Silver had been unable to prevent the abduction.Sea suggested they start talking once Margret accepted the drink. Margret was lost in thought but also curious, so she impulsively took a sip before looking back at Sea."Now that I've had your drink, ca
Mr Jones casually picked up the call and mumbled a "hello" haughtily. Mr Jones was taken aback when he heard Madame Agnes' voice coming from the phone. "Jones, you now have the power to contend with me, how dare you try to snatch someone that I have already adopted?" he heard her say. He was perplexed, unable to recall how he had offended her or how he had caused her anger. He attempted to apologize, but the call ended abruptly. In a state of confusion, he spun around and hastily left the private room with his bodyguards, leaving Margret and Klaus bewildered. Klaus, stunned by Mr Jones' strange reaction, asked Margret, "Is anything wrong with him?" Margret was hesitant about Klaus' question and responded with a furrowed brow, "I'm not sure. Let's just contact Barrister Marshall and forget about him." Despite trying to appear calm, she was deeply worried and disheartened. "I have to go pick up my sons from school, so I'm leaving," she informed Klaus before exiting the studio. As
Charlie Jr. took a moment to think before he exited his office, and then his phone began to ring. He answered it, and made his way out of the company alone.After driving for an hour, he arrived at his destination and nodded in approval. He spotted a plaque at the entrance of the building that read "Secret Bar". He was aware that it was owned by an underground leader and the city surveillance was restricted from the area. The establishment was well known by people who wished to meet clandestinely.As Charlie Jr. entered the bar, he noticed an elderly man sitting in the corner. Feeling apologetic for making him wait, Charlie Jr. introduced himself and said, "Doctor Overseer, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."The doctor let out a warm chuckle and said, "It seems like the younger generation always has something going on. But don't worry, how can I help you?"Charlie Jr had asked Salvation to arrange a meeting with Doctor Overseer earlier, but he hadn't mentioned the purpose of the meet
Chloe opened the door to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Charlie Sr, and was surprised to find him packing up his things. She surveyed the room, noting with a sinking heart that this was really happening. "Why don't you tell the servants to do it?" Chloe asked, hoping to start a conversation. Charlie Sr appeared to ignore her, continuing to fold clothes into his suitcase with a determined focus. Chloe sighed, feeling more and more like a stranger in her own home. "Charlie, talk to me," she said softly, approaching her husband. "I know something's been bothering you lately." To her surprise, Charlie Sr suddenly straightened himself up after finishing with the packing. He turned to face her, his face grim and unreadable. "Why are you afraid of your grandmother?" Chloe pressed on, determined to get to the bottom of things. "You've always obeyed her, even when she insisted on us getting married. Is she blackmailing you?" The question seemed to hit a nerve, and Charlie Sr cle
Margret could no longer contain her rage, her entire body shaking with fury at her father's question. "Dad, please!" she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.Despising her emotional plea, Mr Owen continued his interrogation. "They are your children with Mr Jones, why won't you let him meet them? Margret, do you understand what you are doing? You are denying your kids the right to know their father."Caleb's hands tightened into fists as Margret's voice rose. "Dad, stop this now. Leave, just leave!" she demanded.Mr Owen scoffed. "Why are you so mad? I'm only looking out for my grandchildren."The anger in Margret's voice was undeniable. "I wish you had never been my father," she yelled. "Now, get out of my house or I'll call the police and the estate security team!"Mr Owen huffed, turning his back and striding away haughtily.Caleb rushed to his mother, his face etched with worry. "Mom, are you ok?" he asked tentatively. Margret smiled weakly, her eyes still filled with tears. C
Margret briefly turned around and stated, "I have to leave, accept it." She left after that. As Klaus noticed this, the corners of his lips twitched, and he murmured to himself, "Is Margret Charlie Sr's mistress? No wonder her son bears a resemblance to her."Klaus then accepted the offer from the Geek family and made a call.Margret came out of her studio and realized that Charlie Sr. had already departed. She stood there in deep thought. Her eyes flickered as she pondered, "Why do I have this sensation that we've kissed before? It's strange." However, she brushed off the thought and headed towards her car. Right before she entered her car, her phone rang. She looked at her phone to see that Marshall, the lawyer she had told Klaus to arrange a meeting with, was calling.Margret greeted Barrister Marshall over the phone with a smile, "Hello, Barrister Marshal."In response, a crisp voice emanated from the phone's speaker, "Miss Margret, I'm available today. Shall we meet to discuss