Chapter 317 What Do You Want to Say?
"And the other party seems to be a local from Emerald City, very familiar with Emerald City's layout and urban planning. They know exactly where there's water and where there isn't. Once the car goes into the water, we can't even check for fingerprints. They obviously came prepared." The more Finn spoke, the worse his expression became. With this kind of approach, if they didn't take the initiative to strike, it would be hard to gain any advantage.
"Looks like they're family! Otherwise, how could their methods be so similar?"
Thalia came out just in time to hear Daniel's comment.
She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, looking at William, waiting for him to speak. Perhaps Thalia's gaze was too naked, giving the feeling she wanted to strip him bare, forcing William to turn and look back at her.
Husband and wife, eyes locked.
One playful, one cold.
As William looked away, Thalia deliberately moved her toes, making her slippers knock against the doorframe.
The deliberate sound drew everyone's eyes in the room to Thalia. A playful thought arose in Thalia's mind—William clearly knew whose handiwork this was, yet he didn't fight back. What did that mean?
It meant he was holding back, or perhaps, he was waiting. As for what he was waiting for, if this business tycoon didn't say, everyone around them would be kept in the dark. Maybe one day while still in the dark, they'd lose their lives.
Today it's Angelina, who will it be tomorrow?
That day, the temperature dropped sharply by mid-evening. Not to mention at Mistwood Hill—in the mountain forest, the temperature difference between day and night was already obvious, and at this time it would only be worse.
The house had good soundproofing. You could only see the tree branches swaying outside the window, but couldn't hear a bit of wind.
Thalia's casual manner formed a stark contrast with the heavy atmosphere in the room.
At a time like this, only Thalia dared to confront William head-on.
"I'm tired. Can I stay the night?" Angelina saw that the atmosphere was off and quickly spoke up.
After all these years following William, Angelina could almost figure out his thoughts. William appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but in reality, his deep-seated male authority was hidden tight. And today, wasn't Thalia's frivolous behavior publicly embarrassing William?
This couple was grinding each other's pride into the ground.
Wishing they could pull off each other's disguises and thorns one by one and throw them into the fire to burn.
Within three to five minutes, the living room was cleared.
William looked sideways at Thalia, his deep blue eyes examining her, suppressing his voice, holding back his emotions with a somewhat stiff tenderness as he spoke. "What do you want to say?"
"Why didn't you tell them you know whose handiwork this is?"
"If I did, then what?"
"They'd be on guard."
"Thalia, as a boss yourself, would you tear open your own wounds and throw those ugly past events in front of your subordinates, telling them to be on guard against these people?"
Thalia wouldn't.
She couldn't list out Hayden's illegitimate children one by one and tell the company people to guard against them.
Look at that—something she herself couldn't do, yet she demanded it of him.
How interesting.
People are often strict with others but lenient with themselves.
The principle of not imposing on others what you don't want yourself—they simply wouldn't apply it to themselves.
William, wearing slippers, stepped closer to Thalia bit by bit. Thalia straightened her back and looked at William, showing no intention of backing down.
Looking straight at him, confronting him. "That's because Angelina and the others are different from ordinary subordinates. Subordinates are easy to find; true friends are hard to come by."
"Who told you Angelina is my true friend?" William interrupted her.
"How many people can actually become someone's true friend?"
The two went back and forth, their tone calm throughout, but the tension was thick.
In the courtyard, Finn passed a cigarette to Nicholas. "Stop looking, it's no use."
"I'm afraid they'll fight. We haven't found the enemy yet, and they're already fighting among themselves."
Daniel cupped his hands to light his cigarette, finding the wind in the courtyard too strong, he turned his back to shield from it. "That won't happen. William and Thalia aren't fools. Just look at how Thalia drove to rescue William today—she knows what's important."
Finn lit his cigarette, afraid it would be blown out by the wind, and quickly took a drag. "Fight? Who are you worried will hit whom?"
"Who else could it be?"
"Under normal circumstances, if anyone's going to make a move, it would be Thalia."
Nicholas clicked his tongue. "Come on, didn't you see Mr. Brown's state just now? He could freeze the whole earth solid."
Finn glanced at him. "You don't get it. Love—it's endlessly fun, joy within it."
There's no way William would dare hit Thalia. He had to sneak around with the whole family just to buy a gift.
Who knows how humble he is in private.
Nicholas still didn't believe it and sneakily pressed against the door, wanting to see what was happening inside. Daniel couldn't stand it anymore and poked his waist. "If you want to look, go to the floor-to-ceiling window."
"I'm afraid of being discovered."
"You want to eavesdrop but don't have the skills—serves you right that you can only sneak around."
...
"Amara, what's wrong?"
"I'm afraid they'll fight. If they fight, I need to go down and break it up!" Amara crouched by the third-floor railing with her ears perked, listening for any activity.
Mistwood Hill had a unique design structure, with a first-floor open living room over ten meters high.
The second and third-floor stairs circled around the living room.
If she wanted to know what was happening downstairs, she could only rely on her sharp hearing.
"Who would hit who?"
"William hits Thalia!"
"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare."
"But..."
"If William hit Thalia, what do you think Thalia would do?"
Amara thought about it. "Kill him, then dismember him and throw him in the sewer to feed stray cats."
Angelina lay in bed drowsy, struggling to maintain her energy to respond to Amara. "Exactly."
"He wouldn't dare." The wife he finally got back—a man like William who was extremely self-disciplined and proper would absolutely not allow himself to lose his wife due to a momentary miscalculation.
This man—every step he took was within his own plan.
Something like paying for emotions simply wouldn't happen.
...
Thalia stared at William. "So what do you mean?"
"I'm not the kind of scumbag you think I am. Thalia, Angelina and the others can trust me unconditionally, so why can't you?" William said, pinching her chin and pulling her closer to him.
Up close, a faint smell of blood reached her nose. Thalia narrowed her eyes.
She remained stubborn. "That's because you haven't told me a single truth."
William added, "Like what? Where am I not satisfying you? Tell me, I'll change."