<b>Chapter </b><b>418 </b>
Mnie <b>was </b>mainly apanying <b>Eugene </b>and Theodore <b>to </b>verify information about George and the situation at home. Upon learning <b>that </b>she was <b>George’s </b>stepdaughter<b>, </b><b>the </b>employees exchanged <b>nces </b>but did not say anything.
<b>By the </b>time they dealt with matters here<b>, </b>it was already past noon. “Is there anything <b>else </b>you need <b>me </b><b>to </b><b>do</b>?” Mnie asked Eugene.
Eugene paused before bowing his head <b>to </b>adjust his cufflinks. He clicked his tongue and replied, “Do <b>you </b>think this is all the mess he left behind?”
The head of thepany branch then said in a low voice, “Those people have been hanging <b>around </b>thepany entrancetely<b>, </b>demanding money. Two days ago<b>, </b>one of our employees identally <b>got </b>involved and ended up in the hospital after being attacked.”
Eugene sneered coldly, his gaze turning to Mnie again. “Did you hear that?”
Mnie’s expression soured as Vi said in a righteous sort of tone, “Things have gotten this serious and you haven’t reported it to the police?”
The branch head’s expression was grim. It was not until they left the police station that he exined, “It’s useless to report it to the police. Those people are local hooligans who have been around for more than a decade.
“As soon as they catch wind of us reporting them, they’ll disappear faster than anyone else.
“And it’s not feasible for the police to guard thepany entrance every day. That would be a waste of public resources. Moreover, these people lend money at exorbitant interest rates and are ruthless. No one dares to provoke them.”
Vi nodded. “So, they’re just a bunch of annoying pests?” After saying this, she turned to Mnie. “Mnie, how did George get to know these people?”
How? Was it not just because he was a bad egg?
Vi’s question seemed to be an attempt to seek Mnie’s confirmation. She wanted to hear it from Mnie’s mouth, which would deal her a bigger blow.
They were headed to the branch office. Eugene was keeping silent, and Mnie had no choice but to follow.
Still likely dwelling on the morning’s events, Vi did not stop pestering Eugene by making conversation with him. Not only did she keep on talking, but she even raised her voice as if she was worried Mnie would not be able to hear her.
Mnie sat in front of the passenger seat, her eyelids slightly lowered as her mind churned. She was certain that Vi had instigated the issue with Dn. However, shecked sufficient evidence, so no one would believe her.
Listening to Vi’s soft and sweet voice prattling on at the back, Mnie could not help but feel annoyance grow within her. Even though she knew it was likely just an act, what could Mnie do when she had nothing?
As for Eugene, Mnie had lost any expectations she might have had for Eugene. She knew that he would only be partial to protecting Vi. It seemed like he had long forgotten the
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kindness her grandfather had shown him <b>in </b>the <b>past</b><b>. </b>
<b>Reflecting </b><b>on </b><b>this</b><b>, </b>Mnie’s lips <b>curled </b><b>into </b><b>a </b><b>bitter </b>and <b>self</b>–mocking smile. <b>It </b>was their own and they <b>fault </b><b>for </b>overestimating <b>themselves</b><b>. </b><b>Now</b><b>, </b>they were reaping what they had <b>sown</b><b>, </b><b>had </b>no <b>one </b><b>to </b><b>me </b><b>but </b>themselves.
Mnie’s thoughts swirled in her mind during the journey, and the conclusion she reached <b>was </b>that she truly could not afford to provoke Eugene anymore<b>. </b>She looked out at the greenery rapidly receding <b>outside </b>the window with Vi’s voice echoing in her ears asionally.
In <b>her </b>mind<b>, </b>only one thought remained–if she could go back in time<b>, </b>she would not let <b>herself </b><b>be </b><b>as </b>naive<b>. </b>