Chapter 336 Do You Like William?
"Up this early?"
"It's already six-thirty, not that early!"
"Since when do you get up at six-thirty?"
"Have you never seen me get up at seven-thirty?"
Thalia sat on the bed, ran her fingers through her hair, and hugged the blanket while watching Grace get dressed—a tailored suit, meticulous hairstyle, totally the vibe only an elite woman could pull off.
"Before you married my dad, did you have your own career?" Thalia asked.
"Before I married your dad, I was his assistant. After I married your dad, I became a housewife."
"Now, I'm just myself."
"So, a woman's good life comes from a dead husband?"
"Of course."
Thalia said, "Are you sure you should be telling me this?"
"Why pretend?"
Thalia touched her nose, crawled to the foot of the bed, and looked at Grace, blinking at her, a bit hesitant. After thinking for a long time, she finally asked, "What if I..."
"Fell for William?" Grace hit the nail on the head, seeing Thalia stumbling over her words, blocking everything she was about to say.
Thalia was stunned!
"If you like him, you like him! It's nothing to be ashamed of. When love comes, just accept it," Grace picked up her bag and glanced at Thalia. "I'm leaving! Don't sleep in my bed tonight!"
Thalia raised her hand and wiped her face, her mind a bit foggy. She'd sleep a bit more.
When Thalia arrived at the hospital early in the morning, Harper was already there, sitting by the bed looking at Vaughn with red eyes.
She pulled herself together a bit when she saw Thalia come in.
"I brought breakfast," Thalia said.
"Thanks for going to the trouble, so early."
Thalia put the food container on the table. "No problem, the housekeeper made it. I just brought it on my way."
"Where's William?"
"He stayed all night, said he went to handle some business."
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"Are you going to talk yourself or do we need to make you?"
The man looked at the menacing people in front of him with panic. "What exactly do you want me to say? I really don't know anything."
"Really don't know or pretending not to know?"
"Really don't know."
Finn laughed. "If you really don't know, then how did that extra five million dollars get into your wife's account?"
The man's face changed. When that person first brought this up, he put the account in his wife's name to prevent getting caught, but they still found out.
"In my wife's account? Five million dollars, how would I know? What does it have to do with me?"
"If it has nothing to do with you, then it must have something to do with your wife."
Finn glanced at the person beside him. "Go bring his wife over."
The man was terrified, seemingly not expecting them to be so ruthless, shouting in panic, "You're a bunch of men, what's the point of going after a woman?"
"Going after a woman for no reason, of course, there's no point. But if someone plots against us, that's different. Women aren't the same as men. With men, the methods are pretty much the same, but with women, it's different. I can just throw her into a brothel, without lifting a finger or dirtying my hands, make her wish she were dead. Or, I could introduce her to a few diseased men, that would be another kind of fun."
The more Finn talked, the worse the man's face looked, staring at him with bloodshot eyes. "This is illegal, I'll report you."
"Well, if you want to report us, first you have to make it out of this room."
"I suggest you tell the truth; maybe I'll spare your life. Otherwise, your wife and kids will all suffer because of you."
"I don't know," the man's tone lost its earlier composure, sounding somewhat anxious.
Finn checked the time. Seeing it was almost dawn, he had no time to waste, and waved his hand to signal someone to go.
Soon after, a woman was thrown into the basement.
Finn pointed to the guard beside him. "Take off your clothes, give him a good show."
"What are you doing?"
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you men want to do to a woman?"
The man roared in terror, eyes wide, face full of disbelief, his look at Finn changing from initial defiance to shock.
Finn seemed not to hear his screaming, glanced at the guard, whose hand fell on his belt, about to pull it out.
"I'll talk, just let her go."
Finn walked over and squatted beside the man, grabbing his chin. "You're in no position to negotiate."
"I just want you to let her go." The man roared.
Finn stood up, glanced at the person beside him, who unzipped and grabbed the woman's arm.
"It was a man. He waited on my way home from work, blocked my car, put a knife to my neck, and said he wanted to discuss something with me, told me to drive. He wanted me to do something on the route I take to and from work."
"I asked him what it was, but he didn't tell me. Not until half a month later, yesterday, did he tell me the plan—to drive into another car."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know, I've never seen him. He threatened me, knew my home address and everything about me, said if I didn't do what he said, he'd kill my whole family."
"But if I did it well, he'd give me a generous reward. That five million dollars was it."
"Time and place you met him."
"Get the surveillance from his car."
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"Mr. Brown, that man said someone threatened him to do this. This is the surveillance from the day he was threatened. This man on the street..."
Finn looked at William, hesitating.
Hunted abroad, crisis everywhere at home, his situation was truly dangerous on all fronts.
William glanced at the surveillance. The person had covered themselves very thoroughly.
Completely unrecognizable.
"Go watch the hospital, station people there. Without my orders, don't let anyone near Stefan, no matter who they are."
"Understood."
In the afternoon, Thalia went to the company to confirm the costumes and makeup for the new series.
It was evening when she walked through the hospital entrance.
As she stepped onto the VIP floor, the nurses at the station stared at her like spotlights.
Just as she was about to enter the ward.
Arguing voices caught her attention.
"Let me in, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to stop me?"
"This is a society with laws—what you're doing is contempt of the law. You know I can call the police, right?"