THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS-Chapter 125: I Had No Choice.

Mr Beazell rubbed his forehead, a contemplative look on his face as if he was actually thinking about the points Kathleen just raised.

"I had no choice but to resort to that option," he shrugged. "And like I said earlier, it was the only way I could get to you, and just like I predicted, it actually worked."

Kathleen was speechless. ’Was something wrong with every member of the Beazell family?’ Initially she thought he was the rational one in the family but it turned out all the members of the family have a twisted mind.

Although it could be considered a means to an end, under the present circumstance, won’t it rope them in further?

Don’t they know that the more they act recklessly, the more they complicate things for themselves and get deeper into the mess.

How can he simply justify his rash actions with such a lame excuse when facing the law?

Anyway, that was none of her business. Moreover, regardless of what they did now, there was no way his wife was escaping judgment.

"Since I’m here now, can you release the lady you forced here?" Kathleen demanded impatiently.

Mr Beazell glanced at the guard that was standing by the entrance who in turn nodded in confirmation to whatever message they were exchanging between them. "As soon as I got the message that you had arrived, I asked them to release her." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Seeing Kathleen’s cynical smile, he added, "You can contact her now if you don’t believe me."

Without further ado, Kathleen took out her phone and dialed Ariel’s number which connected immediately.

"Boss," Ariel’s worried voice rushed out the moment the call was connected.

Kathleen released a sigh of relief on hearing Ariel’s voice. "Where are you?"

"I’m at the company. I tried to reach you as soon as I was released, but your line wasn’t connecting."

"Are you alright? Hope nothing happened to you?" Kathleen asked, her eyes darting to the middle aged man who was wrapped in a hollow formed by cigarette smoke.

"I’m Ok boss, they only switched off my phone after locking me up in a room, but did nothing to me. Where are you? We are all worried about you and Presi..."

"No need to be worried about me. I will be back soon," she calmly assured, then quickly ended the call before Ariel ended up saying something that will further expose her relationship with the Wyatts. It was not yet time to reveal herself to everyone.

"Who is Ariel to you?" Mr Beazell asked after taking a long drag on the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"I thought you figured that out? Is that not why you used her to get to me?" Kathleen’s tone was laced with a blend of accusations and disdain.

"You are working with Wyatt Corporations?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Since he has guessed that much, there was no need denying she has a working relationship with the company.

"I returned to Baltimore because of the job offer I got from Wyatt Corporations. But what has that got to do with the reason why I’m here?"

’That’s interesting,’ Mr Beazell nodded his head slowly. "You must be very talented for a great company like Wyatt Corporations to hire you. Or does it have anything to do with President Jason?"

At the mention of her brother, Kathleen suddenly remembered something and sighed inwardly at the pile of explanations she will have to make when she gets back.

Cheryl must have been scared at the way she left and by now she must have alerted Jason and other members of her family. Her only wish was that Jason wouldn’t answer her call until the time she returns back otherwise,

"It looks like my second assumption is correct." Mr Beazell’s voice broke in on her thoughts after observing that Kathleen did not refute rather she seemed more relaxed.

"To a very large extent," Kathleen smiled and didn’t deny it.

"Now that you know I have something to do with Wyatt Corporations, why did you still pull this stunt? Are you not afraid they will come after you and the Beazell Group?"

"That is actually what I want." Mr Beazell declared as he bent forward to stub out the ashes from the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the side stool beside his chair.

Kathleen’s brows rose in a surprised arch. "What do you mean?"

An eerie silence settled around the room, within which time Mr Beazell used to reflect on the decision he was about to make.

After taking in a deep breath, he stared deep into Kathleen’s curious eyes.

"The Beazell Group will soon go bankrupt," he declared out of the blue. And a shroud of fatigue and despair seemed to tug at his features pulling it all inward.

"I know that already." Kathleen said in a deadpan voice. It was obvious enough with many partners pulling away and the escalating tension going on in the group, they were bound to go bankrupt sooner or later and there was no need beating about the bush nor feigning ignorance of the fact.

Apart from that, the public opinion on social media had succeeded in making a once thriving company become a nightmare to many. Nobody wants to have anything to do with it any more. It will take a miracle for them to survive this.

"Do you need help from Wyatt Corporations?" Kathleen asked as she studied the man closely.

There were short stubbles on his face, an indication that he has not been paying attention to his appearance lately. His eyes, which were similarly sunken in, were encircled by dark patches, and he had a grave expression—a far cry from the man he had been only a few days earlier.

’How are the mighty fallen!’ Kathleen mumbled. If only they knew it would get to this point, she was sure they would not have threaded this path. But unfortunately, there was no pill for regrets.