When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 464: Scouting the Area

He stared wide-eyed in shock, so generous?? But immediately his face lit up with joy!

Never had they taken such an easy and lucrative job before, so they both wore smiles full of assurance, "No problem, no problem at all!"

"No need to count, there’s a full half a million here."

Charlotte Sinclair saw their eyes almost pop out, and in a good mood, she stirred her coffee with a spoon, then sipped with a smile.

It was clearly bitter, yet she thought it sweeter than honey.

She found some thugs online, hooligans expelled from school years ago, unaware of the law, just at the age where money makes one feel like a king.

"Well? Are you taking this job or not?" the frizzy-haired woman asked.

"Sure, sure, absolutely, ma’am! Deal!" They clutched the money bag greedily, "Give us a week!"

"One day," Charlotte Sinclair said softly, "It doesn’t matter how you do it, even if you just drag her to an isolated place and beat her up, I just want the result."

"O-o-one day?"

"One day, fine! We can do it!" another quickly said, "No problem, we’ve done murder before, let alone such a small thing?"

"Hey, boss, this is murder as well," reminded the one beside him, evidently much more timid.

The other just chuckled carelessly, "An unborn brat, what’s the big deal? Not even fully formed yet!"

Charlotte Sinclair didn’t linger long, convinced they would take the job and handle it well.

So she put down her cup, stood up, and left.

When she first entered, she gave them her number and said that after the job was done, they’d meet here again, and she’d give them another bank card.

"Boss, we’re striking it rich this time. Such a small task and such high pay!" The money in the bag, every note was real!

"Let’s go, check out the location, get the job done early, get the money in our hands, and take the boys on a jaunt abroad to lay low."

A few minutes later.

Uncle Lane parked the car in front of the Prestige Group lobby, got out, opened the back door, and Faye Turner snapped back to reality, "Thank you."

As she got out of the car, she composed herself, but the thugs hiding not far away saw her and quickly took out the photo to compare.

"Boss, it’s her!"

"What a coincidence? Just arrived and ran into her?"

They watched Faye Turner stride toward the glass doors of the lobby, deeply memorizing her appearance since women sometimes look very different from their photos.

The two men observed closely, both noticing her slightly swollen belly.

"Boss, this one’s big! Even the advance payment is tempting! Count me in with you from now on!"

"Let’s scram, she probably won’t come out until after office hours."

Faye Turner just went upstairs, stepped out of the elevator on the 11th floor, and saw Adrian Lancaster coming toward her.

He was in a classic black suit, tall and handsome, and when he saw her, his face instantly softened, quickening his pace, "Faye."

Faye Turner carried a huge secret in her heart, trying hard to steady her nerves, she gently smiled and stepped toward him.

"Where did you go?" Adrian Lancaster asked, clearly he just went to look for her.

Both stopped right in front of each other, he held her shoulders, looking into her eyes filled with indulgent tenderness.

Faye Turner felt deeply troubled, she wrapped her arms around his waist, lightly burying her head into his chest.

"What’s wrong?" Adrian Lancaster asked nervously, holding her tight.

"Were you looking for me?" she asked softly.

"Yes, I have some time this afternoon; I was thinking of visiting Dad."

But that man isn’t really his dad...

He’s so eager for fatherly love, how could he bear it if told the truth? Faye Turner felt terribly reluctant.