After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 116: Going Further and Further Down the Road of Courting Death
Claire Mercer was taken to the largest suite on the top floor.
The man disguised as a notary was actually one of Mr. Lawton’s subordinates.
When the car arrived in the underground parking garage, he had discreetly sprayed a prepared aerosol anesthetic toward the driver’s seat.
At the time, Claire Mercer thought he was just spraying some hair volumizer and didn’t pay it any mind.
Who would have thought it wasn’t hair volumizer at all, but an anesthetic prepared especially for her.
"Mr. Lawton, I’ve brought the person."
After he finished speaking, Julian Mercer’s figure appeared in the suite.
He wore a subservient, fawning smile and respectfully called out.
"Mr. Lawton."
Mr. Lawton glanced at Claire Mercer, who lay on the sofa, her eyes tightly shut in a deep stupor...
That stunning face, that curvaceous figure...
She was more captivating than any of the women he’d dallied with over the years.
The thought that he could finally sample the woman he had coveted for over two years made Mr. Lawton’s breath quicken.
He gave Julian Mercer a very satisfied smile.
"Very good, Mr. Mercer. You did an excellent job this time."
"To think you could use a notary to trick her into coming here."
"You flatter me, Mr. Lawton." Julian Mercer finally breathed an inward sigh of relief.
"I had no choice. This adopted daughter of mine is too guarded."
"Unless it was an official from a public office, there was no way she would have taken the bait."
Mr. Lawton smiled and patted Julian Mercer’s slightly sagging cheeks.
"I didn’t think you had any brains left. You’re not completely hopeless after all."
The words were incredibly insulting, making Julian Mercer feel extremely uncomfortable.
But in front of this Mr. Lawton, he was a nobody with no say.
Even though he was furious inside, he didn’t dare to show it.
Not only did he not dare to lash out, but he even had to plaster on a smile and thank him for the ’praise’.
"Yes, yes. As long as you’re satisfied, Mr. Lawton."
"Alright." Mr. Lawton’s gaze returned to Claire Mercer.
He was growing impatient and didn’t want to waste any more time on pointless chatter with them.
"There’s nothing for you to do here. Go on, get out."
Julian Mercer didn’t want to stay here either.
After all, he had successfully completed the task Mr. Lawton had given him.
He had said that as long as Claire Mercer was delivered, he would go easy on the Mercer Family.
Now that the deed was done, he hoped to get a firm confirmation from Mr. Lawton.
So, he put on his ingratiating smile again and asked Mr. Lawton, "So, Mr. Lawton, I’ve brought Claire Mercer to you. About what you said before..."
"I said, as long as you deliver Claire Mercer to me, I won’t pursue the matter of you breaking your word before."
With Mr. Lawton’s firm assurance, Julian Mercer finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, good. Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Lawton."
"Well, I won’t disturb you any longer. I’ll leave right now." With that, Julian Mercer turned and left the room.
The moment he turned, the subservient, fawning smile on his face vanished.
’To think that I, the esteemed head of the Mercer Family, would have to grovel before a scumbag like that like some kind of lapdog.’
’Back in the day, our Mercer Family had quite the status in Rhonia.’
’How did we end up in such a state?’
Outside the room, Oscar Mercer saw him come out and immediately rushed over, asking nervously.
"Dad, how did it go?"
Julian Mercer finally puffed out his chest.
Although he was relieved, his expression was grim.
’In front of Mr. Lawton, I had no dignity to speak of.’
’He could be as insolent as he pleased, and I didn’t dare make a peep. I even had to smile and take it.’
As a man, it was naturally a blow to his pride.
Only in front of his own children could he reclaim his dignity.
He gave Oscar Mercer a cool glance and said,
"Everything went smoothly. Mr. Lawton said he won’t suppress us."
Oscar Mercer also let out a breath of relief. "That’s good, that’s good."
He was used to a life of luxury and privilege from birth.
If the Mercer Family truly fell and went bankrupt, he could only imagine how difficult his life would become.
The two of them walked toward the elevators together.
As they walked, Julian Mercer said, "Scarlett was the real hero in this matter."
"If she hadn’t suggested using the adoption termination agreement, how could we have possibly lured Claire Mercer to the Mercer Family’s house so smoothly?"
"Most importantly, the idea to have someone impersonate a notary was also hers."
"If we hadn’t found someone to pose as a notary, Claire Mercer would never have been fooled so easily."
Oscar Mercer said, "She is my sister, after all, and your biological daughter. She has the blood of our Mercer Family flowing in her veins."
"People from the Mercer Family are naturally quick-witted."
"Why else do you think Gavin Sinclair chose her and not Claire Mercer?"
At the mention of Claire Mercer, Oscar’s face twisted with disdain.
"That bitch Claire Mercer, besides having a sharp tongue and a pretty face, she’s utterly useless."
"She spent two years trying to win Gavin Sinclair’s heart and failed. And after she got married, our Mercer Family gained no benefit whatsoever."
"It’s clear she’s a jinx to our family and will be completely useless to us from now on."
"Unlike Scarlett, who is smart, clever, and resourceful."
"Of course." Julian Mercer’s expression softened slightly when he spoke of this daughter.
"If she were as brainless as your mother, our family would probably be in an even tougher spot."
"Once she marries into the Sinclair Family with great fanfare next month, the Mercer Family won’t be so easily looked down upon."
"As long as she successfully gives birth to the Sinclair Family’s eldest great-grandchild and secures her position as Mrs. Sterling, the Mercer Family will also be able to bask in the glory."
The father and son fantasized about the Mercer Family’s glorious future.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the elevators.
But before they could press the button, the elevator doors opened.
Adrian Sutton was just about to step out when he saw the father-son duo, Julian and Oscar Mercer, standing outside.
’I didn’t expect this. I hadn’t even gone looking for the Mercers yet, and these two scumbags delivered themselves right to my doorstep.’
’And their appearance here proves my suspicions were correct.’
’Claire was plotted against by the Mercer Family and Mr. Lawton together.’
’For their own benefit, they schemed against Claire again and again.’
’First, they tried to sell her to that Mr. Bower.’
’After I took care of Mr. Bower, now there’s a Mr. Lawton.’
The Mercer Family was walking further and further down the path of self-destruction. Adrian Sutton wished he could just destroy them right now.
His eyes, radiating a bone-chilling frost, stared coldly at Julian Mercer as he asked, "Where is Claire?"
Julian Mercer had been wondering why this handsome man looked so familiar.
Now, hearing him ask for Claire Mercer’s whereabouts, he finally realized.
’This is that broke-ass husband Claire Mercer found.’
He shot him a disdainful glance, not wanting to waste a single word on him.
’Does a low-class pauper like him think he’s worthy of speaking to me?’
’Even though the Mercer Family is on the verge of being kicked out of Rhonia’s elite circles, we’re not so low that any random nobody can approach us.’
He stepped past Adrian Sutton, raising his foot to enter the elevator.
