Chapter 155 Hiring a Assassin
Daphne closed her eyes irritably, her tone softening slightly. "If it weren't for the sake of your mother, you would have been thrown out of the Scott family today! This is your last chance! Remember, don't cause me or the Scott family any more trouble! Keep your head down and behave! If I hear about any more of your schemes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Yes, yes, Aunt Daphne, I understand! I would never dare again! Thank you!" Clara nodded frantically like she was grasping at her last lifeline, though her heart burned with resentment and humiliation.
It was all Emily's fault! All Carol's fault!
They were the ones who had made her suffer such disgrace!
Back in the room, the Scott family had prepared for Clara, she shut the door and finally let her suppressed grievances and viciousness explode! She went on a rampage, smashing everything breakable in the room—exquisite porcelain and art pieces shattered across the floor!
"Emily! I will never forgive you! I'll make sure you die miserably!"
After venting her rage, a wave of panic and helplessness crashed over her.
Daphne had already warned her—she had to keep a low profile now. But she wasn't willing to give up! She needed an ally!
Someone who would stop at nothing to help her achieve her goals!
At this critical moment, there was only one person she could count on.
In a hidden underground fight club behind a rundown auto repair shop in Emerald City.
The foul air reeked of sweat, blood, and cheap cigarettes. Deafening sounds of combat and gamblers' roars assaulted the eardrums. Neon lights flickered through the murky atmosphere, casting twisted, restless shadows.
However, in a corner booth barely separated by dirty curtains, lit only by a single dim yellow bulb, sat a figure completely out of place in this environment.
Celeste.
She sat poised on a stained, grease-slicked wooden chair, her perfectly tailored pearl-gray luxury suit accentuating her curves, her makeup flawless.
Completely incongruous with her surroundings, yet instead of appearing nervous, she radiated a hint of secret excitement. She elegantly crossed her legs, her expensive Hermès bag carelessly placed on the filthy floor.
The curtain was suddenly yanked aside, bringing a gust of rank air.
Carl Ward's massive frame squeezed through. Buzz cut, scarred face covered in flesh, shirtless torso covered in menacing black tattoos, thick chains dangling over his sweaty chest hair. The heavy scents of sweat, alcohol, and tobacco filled the cramped space like a beast's musk.
Carl's murky, lust-filled eyes roamed shamelessly over Celeste's body, finally locking onto her well-maintained face and the curves of her chest. "Well, well, what brings you to my stinking hellhole, looking for some fun?"
He slumped down heavily, the chair groaning under his weight. Grabbing a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey, he took a long swig, the amber liquid trickling down his stubbled jaw.
Far from being offended by his crude behavior, Celeste curved her lips into an alluring smile, even tinged with flirtation.
She leaned forward slightly, her expensive perfume dispersing through the foul air, mixing with the sweat to create a strange, intoxicating scent.
Her gaze boldly swept over Carl's bulging, corded muscles, a flash of appreciation and barely concealed heat in her eyes.
"Oh Carl, you flatter me." She deliberately softened her voice to a sultry, slightly hoarse whisper. "I just caught a whiff of your scent and couldn't help myself. My legs just carried me here."
She lightly licked her glossy lips, boldly meeting Carl's eyes. "What, not happy to see an old friend?"
Carl let out a rough, raspy chuckle. "Back in the day, you thought I was worthless and ran off with someone else, became a rich man's trophy wife. Now you come crawling back, talking about old times? Celeste, I know exactly what you're thinking!"
"Why bring up ancient history? All these years later, Carl, you've gotten even more impressive. I can smell that raw masculine power even through the sweat." Her gaze blatantly traced over Carl's solid chest and bulging arm muscles, burning and explicit.
Carl's eyes blazed with evil light. He suddenly lunged forward, his massive hand shooting across the greasy table to grab Celeste's wrist, his rough, calloused fingers roughly kneading her delicate skin, leaving clear red marks. "That shy little girl from back then has turned into one insatiable slut! What's wrong, Simon, not satisfying you anymore?"
He gripped her chin, forcing her closer, his alcohol-heavy breath hitting her face. "Spill it! What dirty work do you want me to do? Or do you want me to satisfy your bodily needs?"
Far from struggling, Celeste pressed her arm against his forearm, feeling his scorching body heat, a low, seductive moan escaping her throat. "Mmm~ Carl, you're so strong just like before."
She looked up with hazy eyes. "Though you're half right. My daughter Clara finally has some status and position. But there's this bitch Emily! She's using her looks to seduce Charles, constantly making trouble for Clara! Now she wants to ruin Clara's future!"
"Carl, I want you to teach this Emily a good lesson! Make sure she can never cause problems for Clara again!"
Carl stared at Celeste's now more prominently heaving chest, grinning as his hands roamed more boldly over her smooth arms. "That's pretty risky business. That bitch probably has plenty of protection, doesn't she?"
Celeste proactively placed her other hand over Carl's muscled forearm, her fingertips lightly scratching. "I know the rules. Money's no object."
She pulled out a black card from her bag, not placing it on the table but pinching it between her fingertips, slowly sliding it into Carl's waistband.
"One million dollars, down payment." She leaned close to Carl's ear, her hot breath carrying her perfume. "As long as Emily can't cause any more trouble, I'll triple it when the job's done."
She paused, her full lips almost touching Carl's rough ear, her voice carrying an explicit invitation, "Besides, Carl, look how private it is here. Why don't we catch up on old times first? All these years, I've never forgotten how powerful you were."
Carl's murky eyes instantly blazed with desire!
Celeste's brazen advances and seduction, combined with this lucrative business falling into his lap, sent all his blood rushing to the same place!
"Damn! I love a woman who's crazy, shameless, and knows what she wants!"
Carl could no longer contain himself. Like a beast with its killer instincts fully aroused, he roughly shoved Celeste toward the moldy, broken mattress at the back of the booth!