?Chapter 971:


    “You—”


    “Can’t you see that Eileen is trying to drive a wedge between us?” Gianna said angrily, keeping her face straight. “You won’t listen to me anyway. If you break up with me today, Eileen will be happy! Think about that.”


    Her words dispelled Conroy’s doubts, making him hesitate.


    Gianna breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.


    Jessica’s actions were clearly a trap set by Eileen. But Gianna couldn’t reveal this to Conroy, or he would foolishly y right into Eileen’s hands.


    “Why are you still standing there? Back to the ward now.” Gianna brushed past him and returned to the ward first. She sat on the sofa, pretending to be angry, and contacted the buyer who had paid a two-hundred-thousand deposit on the vi.


    As soon as she sent the message, the buyer replied, “I like the vi and have paid the deposit. You must sell it, no matter what!”


    “I can return the deposit, doubled,” Gianna offered. She had done her research—the vi was undervalued by about two million. Even if she returned two hundred thousand, it was still a good deal.


    But the buyer also believed the vi was a steal at that price.


    He replied, “I don’t want the deposit orpensation. I just want the vi. If you don’t transfer ownership within three days, I’ll sue you. The agreement with your daughter is binding, signed with her fingerprint. You’ll be breaking thew if you don’t sell it to me.”


    After that, the buyer ignored Gianna’s attempts tomunicate, leaving her messages unanswered. Gianna could only ask around, hoping to find someone who knew the buyer.


    In the Aston family’s mansion…


    Kam’s health was fragile, and she had just been discharged from the hospital. Then, a call from Gianna ignited her anger, telling her that Tilda and Eileen had formed an alliance, agreeing not to interfere with each other. Kam seethed, unable to calm down for a long time.


    When Tilda returned home, she didn’t notice Kam sitting by the French window, basking in the sunlight. As she headed upstairs, Kam stopped her.


    “Where have you been?” Kam asked.


    “I was at the stable,” Tilda replied, taking off her coat as she approached Kam.


    “Mom, do you know Eileen?”


    Kam wrapped her nket tighter around her and stood up. “I know. You met her today and made an agreement with her.”


    Tilda nodded, frowning. “I went out with Jessica, Conroy’s daughter, today. Her family has a terrible rtionship with Eileen. She is trying to drive a wedge between Eileen and me and even wants to use me against Eileen.”


    “Use you?” Kam repeated, skeptical. She sneered. “Do you think Jessica needs to use you, given your intelligence? What can you do? You are easily deceived by Eileen and turned against Jessica after just a few words!”


    Tilda’s expression changed. She stared at Kam, confused. “Mom, what do you mean? You think I was deceived?”


    Tilda’s naive face only added to Kam’s disappointment. How could she have raised such a clueless daughter?


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