Conquest Game: The Aloof Husband is Dangerous!-Chapter 132 - 127: Taking Back What Rightfully Belongs to Me
She clearly knows that her husband hates people talking about his staying with the Quincy Family, so she deliberately provokes him.
For years, Victor Turner has worked hard to throw off the term "staying," aiming to rightfully inherit Verdant Apparel Trading Co., but unfortunately, he has consistently failed to improve the company’s performance...
Therefore, comparisons between him and his ex-wife and father-in-law are inevitable...
"Everyone, shut up! Ruth, give that five million back to Laura!"
Victor Turner spoke sternly. Since his ex-wife passed away, indeed, he hasn’t spent much money on his eldest daughter. Besides the tuition and living expenses during her three years of high school, she almost entirely paid for her university tuition with scholarships, and she earned her living expenses by doing part-time jobs...
Speaking of it, the one he truly failed was this eldest daughter; even his father-in-law and ex-wife would never forgive him if they knew in the spirit world.
Ruth Leighton couldn’t believe her husband would say this, and she forced herself to squeeze out some tears in disbelief, "Honey, no matter how you look at it, we worked hard bringing her up! And, back then, that money was given to me by a mysterious person, not specifically to Laura, so why should I give it back to her?"
Laura Quincy realized the stepmother’s absurdity and mocked, "That money was because you sold me for a year, wasn’t it supposed to be mine? How come the money from selling me belongs to you instead?"
What else Ruth Leighton wanted to say was cut off by her husband, "I said give it back to Laura, didn’t you hear?"
Phoebe Turner was anxious listening on the side but didn’t dare to interrupt.
Ruth Leighton could only cry out, "Honey, that amount, I... I already..."
Laura quietly added, "Could it be all used up?"
Victor Turner’s anger flared up instantly, "Did you spend all five million?"
Ruth Leighton was frightened and fell to the floor, "Honey, you know over the years I liked buying luxury brands, and Phoebe also liked them..."
Afraid her father’s anger might spill onto her, Phoebe hurriedly shouted, "Mom, all those luxury bags you bought for me were bought with the pocket money Dad gave us! You never mentioned you had five million stashed away."
Victor Turner stared sharply at his wife, "Did you gamble it away?"
Buying luxury goods can’t possibly use up five million right away, the biggest possibility would be gambling...
Ruth Leighton knelt on the ground, hugging her husband’s leg, "Honey, I lost two million when I gambled at the Maridia casino the year before last, the rest really went on buying luxury clothes, bags, and cosmetics. If you don’t trust me, go check our closet, everything there is worth at least a million!"
Phoebe Turner finally realized why her mother kept buying various luxury goods for her, saying girls need to doll up to catch men’s attention...
Back then, she even wondered why her mom suddenly had so much money while her dad’s company was experiencing a cash crunch.
She remembers asking mom about it then, and mom said she won some money at the Maridia casino.
Victor Turner trembled with rage upon hearing what his wife said, knowing during those years when finances were tight, he repeatedly swallowed his pride to beg a bank manager for millions of loans, only to find out Ruth Leighton secretly gambled away a crucial two million!
How can he not be furious?
Immediately, he kicked away the wife clutching his leg, "You kept me in the dark so well! When you were enjoying the money, did you think about this family?"
Ruth Leighton sobbed with tearful eyes, "Husband, I was wrong, I truly know my mistake, please forgive me? I promise never to dare do it again."
Victor Turner trembled in anger, "Another time?"
Ruth Leighton hastily reassured, "No, no next time."
Laura Quincy observed coldly at everything, feeling no sympathy for the stepmother, whether or not she knew what the agreement entailed back then, it showed her indifference toward herself, and now uses the money from "selling" her comfortably to buy luxury items...
Haha!
She sure knows how to enjoy life!
"Auntie Leighton, you’ve settled accounts with my dad, but there’s still five million owed to me! Whether it’s spent or otherwise, what you’re owed must be repaid to me!"
Laura’s tone was cold, without any room for negotiation.
Ruth Leighton was incredulous, "Laura, what do you mean? You deliberately embarrass me in front of your dad and then ask us for money? I’ve spent all the five million, how do you expect me to pay? Isn’t this indirectly asking your dad for money?"
Laura sneered, "No! I’m asking you, repaying debt is a righteous and just action, what you owe me should be repaid, having nothing to do with my dad."
Ruth Leighton continued to argue, "When did the five million become your money? The mysterious people’s! They haven’t asked me for repayment, what grounds do you have to claim the money belongs to you?"
Laura laughed twice coldly, "Auntie Leighton, you’re quite adept at forming arguments; if you insist on those people asking you for repayment, I can relay your words to them."
After pausing, "Moreover, if you intend to default, eventually a court summons will arrive at our doorstep, then resolving it won’t be a private matter anymore."
Having endured so long, Laura no longer has any patience!
She’d rather vent all her accumulated dissatisfaction all at once!
Ruth Leighton never foresaw Laura uttering such ruthless words, she looked toward her husband for help, her eyes pleading, "Husband, look at Laura, she’s pushing us towards desperation! She knows well we can’t pay up yet says such things, evidently trying to use this matter to make us hand the company back for the Quincy name!"
Every single word seemed to sow discord between Laura Quincy and Victor Turner, she understood well what her husband was sensitive about, yet she chose to target it...
Laura understood her little tricks perfectly, and wasn’t annoyed; no matter how she tried to stir trouble, that five million couldn’t be less than her share!
She didn’t have the heart of a saint who lets others take the money to enjoy while being sold out!
Not a penny less than what is hers!
"Auntie Leighton, I think you missed the point of my words, it’s you who owe me five million, not you all; I can give you a one-week grace period, but after a week, if there’s not a shred of news, don’t blame me for being harsh."
Victor Turner angrily glared at his wife, very dissatisfied with her hiding things from him, but the five million had already been spent...
"Laura, you know well that Auntie Leighton can’t come up with that five million, could you..."
Laura coldly interrupted him, "Dad, she should have been aware of the consequences when she secretly accepted that five million, people can’t be too greedy; excessive greed will have consequences sooner or later! You don’t need to speak on Auntie Leighton’s behalf, this time, I won’t be lenient!"
Every word she uttered carried a chill and decisiveness that couldn’t be altered.
Ruth Leighton wanted to say something but was frightened into silence by her husband’s glance, remaining silent.
Victor Turner sighed somewhat dejectedly, how could a good family turn out like this.
Phoebe Turner stepped forward trying to hold Laura’s arm, but she avoided it mercilessly.
Phoebe withdrew her hand awkwardly, "Sis, no matter what, we’re family; do you really have to be so ruthless?"
Laura cast a cold glance at her, "It’s not you who got sold out, easy for you to talk standing!"
Then, she ignored whatever the Turner Family had to say and turned to leave.
After she left, the three members of the Turner Family had different thoughts.
After leaving the Turner Family, Laura parked her car in the garage and wandered aimlessly along the road alone; she now feared being quiet alone.
Once quiet, she would overthink...
A lot of messages from Nina were on her phone, she read without replying, saying "I’m fine" felt too fake, so she didn’t reply.
After walking a while, the phone rang, she thought it was Nina or Jason Hawthorne and didn’t answer, but the phone kept ringing.
Taking it out to look, it was actually Jonah Xavier.
Laura took a deep breath, "Counselor Xavier, do you need something?"
Jonah Xavier’s voice was still as gentle as a spring breeze, "Nothing much, just haven’t seen you all day, so I called to ask, there are a lot of translation matters regarding the case..."
Laura bit her lip, "Counselor Xavier, I’m planning to resign."
Jonah Xavier was surprised into silence for a few seconds, "Resign? Why?"
Laura glanced at the distant bright nightscape, "It’s personal reasons..."
Her hesitating expression made Jonah Xavier realize she had her troubles; everyone has their own motives, not wanting to say, can’t force.
"Is there no room for negotiation?"
"No, I don’t want to stay there for a moment longer, maybe changing the environment would be better for me."
"Hmm."
Jonah Xavier had a hunch that Laura’s resignation was definitely linked to President Hawthorne, but since it was someone else’s private matter, he couldn’t ask much.
Laura appreciated Jonah Xavier for not asking further, he was truly an understanding man, never prying and causing discomfort...
"If you need to find a job, I can help introduce you; I often handle international litigation cases, and have connections with many translation companies."
"Hmm, thank you, I’ll reach out if I need help."
After they chatted casually, they hung up; Laura suddenly felt a bit better, perhaps because Jonah Xavier, who could only be called a casual friend, gave her a comforting call.
Abruptly, the phone rang again.
The incoming call display showed it was Little Mars.
At that moment, Laura felt the phone was extraordinarily hot, ever since finding out Twinkle was her son, she felt peculiar...
Pressing the call button, she heard Twinkle’s childlike voice from the other end, "Sister, Twinkle misses you, didn’t you promise to see me tonight?"
Laura only then remembered she had promised Twinkle to visit him tonight; after a day’s ordeal, she had completely forgotten...
