Chapter 73 Now Start Hugging Rebecca's Thigh
"You two don't get along?"
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
"Then why didn't you call me?"
"Everything happened in an instant. I didn't have time."
"So what did she say?"
"Uh..."
Rebecca thought back and said carefully, "She said you're old, and also said... Alex is your grandson!"
Frederick paused mid-step. Although he didn't know exactly what Azalea had said, he knew it definitely wasn't as mild as Rebecca's version.
After triple-checking that Rebecca wasn't hurt, Frederick held Alex, who was crying his eyes out, close to his chest and led Rebecca by the hand all the way to Peter's lounge.
Maybe he'd exhausted all his energy playing all afternoon.
Or maybe he'd worn himself out from crying too long.
In the time it took Rebecca to wash Alex's face and change his clothes, Alex had fallen asleep clutching her hand tightly.
She tried pulling away twice but couldn't, so Rebecca just let him be.
She kicked off her boots, pulled a blanket over her legs, and started scrolling through her phone.
In the living room on the other side of the door, Frederick was listening to a recording.
Right after Frederick left, Peter's bodyguards had arrived.
Before things even got to the "no holds barred" stage, the group had just been brought back to the office and given one threatening line by the bodyguards, and they all rushed to confess.
The malicious speculations of several gossipy socialites.
And the wild talk from those jerks.
They spilled everything about each other, as if the more miserable everyone else looked, the better their own chances of getting off the hook.
Hearing Azalea say that Rebecca had latched onto a rich old man, willingly degrading herself to be a stepmother to some brat, along with Jack and the others chiming in about "satisfying" Rebecca—the atmosphere in the spacious living room had become extremely oppressive.
"Those jerks who can't say anything decent—I've already had them taught a lesson!"
Peter said, "It's just that Azalea from the Gray family, she won't budge. She's sticking to her story that it was just girls being catty with each other, so there's not much I can do to her."
"What about that Jack guy?"
"Rebecca took one swing with a baseball bat and knocked out three of his teeth... Then I had someone beat him up good. He probably won't be getting out of bed for the next two months."
"Then... let them go!"
Hearing Frederick say to let them go, Peter looked exaggeratedly surprised. "What's going on? Did the sun rise in the west today or something?"
Everyone in Empire City's elite circles knew Frederick was ruthless.
And now, he's letting them go?
Frederick sneered, "There's an old saying: settle scores with the right person. You said it yourself—they're just a bunch of loudmouths. Why should I waste my energy on them?"
His gaze swept over the quiet bedroom, and Frederick handed the phone back to Peter. "In that case, let the parents pay for their children's debts."
He knew it—someone as ruthless as Frederick wouldn't let this slide so easily.
Thinking about the consequences of making parents pay for their children's debts, Peter couldn't help but wince.
Crossing Frederick meant dying miserably.
But crossing Frederick's woman meant dying especially miserably!
Lesson learned!
Setting down his wine glass, Peter looked at Frederick with a big smile. "Frederick, what does Rebecca like? If I start getting on Rebecca's good side now, is it too late?"
"Not too late."
With Frederick's one sentence, Peter's smile grew even wider.
Then he saw Frederick raise an eyebrow. "What did you just say you'd do? Say it again!"
He'd only said getting on her good side, clearly meaning he wanted to win her favor. It's not like he was actually going to physically cling to Rebecca's leg.
He couldn't even say it?
Was this really necessary?
"Are you serious?"
Peter leaned back and sighed dramatically. "Men in love are way too crazy, aren't they? Can't mess with that, can't mess with that. Frederick, I was wrong, okay?"