Chapter 169 Does Mr. Brown Care About This Commission Fee?
Someone in the crowd saw this scene and cried out in alarm.
The scene descended into chaos.
"Finn," William's lazy posture suddenly tensed up.
He strode over and pulled Thalia, who had fallen to the side, up from the ground, shielding her as he moved her aside.
Finn led his men in pursuit toward the direction the arrow had come from.
Thalia was half-protected behind William, scared out of her wits.
Watching the chaos at the scene, she reached out and grabbed the hem of William's suit jacket.
William stood in front of her, and sensing her movement, he reached back and grasped her palm, shielding them from everyone's eyes behind his broad back.
"William, I almost went to see Hayden..."
Thalia spoke up, her voice trembling, her hand clutching his jacket hem and giving it a tug.
"Don't talk nonsense," William scolded her lightly.
William was clearly also shaken by what had just happened: "Bad pennies always turn up, don't worry!"
"If I died, you'd be thrilled, wouldn't you? The huge inheritance my dad left behind would all be yours!"
"I don't care about your dad's money," the conversation getting more ridiculous, William squeezed her palm hard, making Thalia gasp in pain.
"I'm already in such a bad state, and you're still abusing me?"
"Thalia," Gregory's voice came at just the right moment. Seeing the attacker had been subdued, a group of people gathered around.
Besides showing concern for Thalia, everyone made sure to praise William a bit.
"They say Mr. Brown is surrounded by capable people, and now we can see it's true."
William released Thalia's hand and laughed coldly: "Just a small favor, no need to make such a fuss."
"Are you okay? You scared me to death," Grace pushed through the crowd to squeeze in, grabbing Thalia and looking her over. How ridiculous - she, the mother, had to squeeze through a crowd of brown-nosers just to check on her daughter.
...
"This person," Finn brought someone in, throwing them in front of Thalia, "Ms. Smith might know."
"It's you?" Thalia was shocked. Who had put this idiot up to doing this?
"What? Surprised to see me?" Indigo sneered, crawling toward Thalia, staring at her viciously as if she wanted to tear her apart.
"Thalia, I want to kill you. You tricked me back then—" Before Indigo could finish her rant, Thalia reached out and pressed her neck. The feeling of suffocation made it impossible for her to breathe.
The woman's cool voice spoke gently. She glanced at the crowd waiting outside the cemetery management office. With the heavy rain and slippery mountain roads, everyone was using the excuse of avoiding the rain while wanting to watch this drama unfold. What these people were thinking was obvious.
"I don't want to hear your nonsense. Just tell me! Who sent you."
She'd heard that Indigo was abroad, had lost her passport and all her documents, and even if she wanted to come back, it would take some effort. But now... Indigo was able to show up right on time for Hayden's funeral. Quite capable.
How much time had even passed?
Indigo desperately slapped at Thalia's wrist. Thalia loosened her grip a bit, giving her space to breathe and answer the question.
"Bitch—"
Thalia's eyes instantly turned cold, and she slapped Indigo across the face.
Finn turned his head slightly, finding it hard to watch. From start to finish, Indigo was like a servant in front of Thalia, kneeling on the ground while Thalia dealt with her.
"Such a foul mouth, looks like you still haven't learned your lesson!" Evelyn brushed the water droplets off her shoulder, her cold laugh drifting over.
She glanced at Thalia: "I told you back then. You shouldn't have been merciful. People like this who commit crimes should be reported to the police directly and sent to prison to be sentenced however they should be."
Thalia rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on: "Call the police! Attempted murder, go to prison and live your life there."
Hearing this, Indigo's expression changed: "What gives you the right? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm nobody, but with so many businessmen and politicians here today, any one of them could come forward and confirm it. Do you think you can get away? Indigo, I'm giving you one last chance. Who sent you here today?"
When Indigo arrived and saw a group of men in black suits and white shirts, young and old, standing behind Thalia, she already vaguely regretted it.
She shouldn't have believed that woman's words and gotten herself into this situation.
Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch. The minds of these wealthy family daughters are as black as coal.
"Ms. Smith, if you tell us, Thalia might be in a good mood and not press charges. When the assets are divided up, you'll get that money, and wherever you settle down, it'll be enough for the rest of your life. But if you don't tell us, even if you get the Smith family inheritance, you won't have a chance to spend it."
"Those people who sent you in here as a pawn, knowing it was dangerous but still tricking you into doing this - they have terrible intentions. And you're still protecting them? What, did they give you enough benefits to make you risk your life?"
Thalia glanced at Evelyn, caught her eye signal, and waved her finger, looking at John: "Call the police!"
"Are you sure you'll let me go if I tell you?" Seeing Thalia getting up to leave, Indigo quickly spoke up.
Thalia looked at her wearily: "I don't want to hear it."
"You'll tell everything at the police station anyway. Why should I waste my own time?"
"Thalia, the person who contacted me wasn't the Smith family's illegitimate child - it was someone else. Don't you want to know who wants you dead?"
Thalia's toes turned slightly, staring at the person with a half-smile.
...
"Gregory is very worried?" Under the eaves, William held a cigarette, noticing Gregory beside him frequently glancing back.
Gregory had heard of William's reputation, but this man had too many blank spots, making him impossible to underestimate. A businessman under thirty who could sit in the top position in Emerald City, this financial hub - it was highly suspicious, yet impossible to verify.
"Isn't Mr. Brown worried?"
William tapped his cigarette ash in the air: "Worried. If Ms. Smith dies, I'll lose money."
Gregory's gaze tightened.
William continued: "Doesn't Gregory know? I took on Thalia's inheritance case. She's my client now."
"Mr. Brown cares about that commission?"
Nicholas, hearing this, was surprised: "Gregory is so generous. The Smith family's fifty million dollar commission is probably just the cost of a movie ticket to you."
Someone in the crowd laughed lightly, turning to look at Gregory with a teasing look: "No wonder kids these days all want to squeeze into the entertainment industry."
William listened to this teasing, tapped his cigarette ash, and said nothing.