Free Web NovelChapter 332: Chapter 332: Hopeless Fool
With a thud, Chloe Alden fell to her knees stiffly!
"The Eldest Young Master Law! Mr. Law! President Law! I beg you! Please spare the Alden Family—"
This once privileged young lady finally understood what kind of steel wall she had kicked against!
Her father’s call revealed that the Alden Family was now like a clay idol crossing the river, unable to save itself, let alone rescue her.
Serene International’s stocks had plummeted in just one day, and people were starting to protest in front of their company building.
Moreover, due to Katherine North and that hotel manager’s affair today, the police suspect that this heinous rape case is connected to her and want to take her in for questioning.
As the daughter of Stellerton’s current top official, if Chloe is involved in this scandal, it would likely cost Victor Alden his chance to stand for reelection!
At this thought, Chloe’s tears burst forth!
—If her father ceases to be Stellerton’s top official, and her mother is no longer the head of a publicly listed company, what would support her lavish lifestyle today?!
...
Adrian Law looked down at Chloe Alden from above, his eyes deep as night and indifferent to the extreme.
"Miss Alden is joking. Let you off? I’m just a regular businessman, why would Miss Alden say such a thing."
Saying that, Adrian Law took Cecilia Vaughn’s hand and walked away.
Chloe Alden broke down instantly into tears, unwilling and wanting to stop them.
However, a slew of bodyguards blocked her way, with Wyatt Law leading the charge.
"Miss Alden, please stop. It’s best you obediently go record your statement at the police station."
Soon after, uniformed police officers approached, and there was even a pair of shining silver handcuffs.
Chloe Alden scanned them incredulously, finally understanding what it means to kick the man when he’s down!
"No... you can’t take me; you have no evidence."
Wyatt Law’s voice was bland as he meaningfully looked over the already shattered woman before him.
"Perhaps Miss Alden, being a lady of society, has forgotten, but it seems you told all your classmates you witnessed my family’s Young Madam closely engage with a middle-aged man going to a hotel room."
"Even if Miss Alden mistook Katherine North for my family’s Young Madam, it would be understandable, yet you accurately revealed the name of Room C011."
"During our investigation, though all hotel surveillance was destroyed, the hotel manager—the one who harmed Katherine North—had contact with you via phone before he reached C011."
Chloe Alden finally knew what it means to lift a stone only to drop it on your own foot!
Her face was frightfully negative, pale as snow, yet her veins bulged and throbbed.
"I... I... it’s impossible, you’re all just speculating, only speculating!"
Desperate, she gazed at Fiona Vaughn leaning against the wall.
"Fiona... what do we do..."
Before Chloe Alden could finish, Fiona Vaughn’s face changed urgently. This woman was a complete liability; now Katherine North was barely alive with so many witnesses, this would probably turn into a major case.
If Chloe Alden foolishly blurted her name, they’d all be utterly finished!
Despite being pregnant and in eight-centimeter high heels, Fiona Vaughn walked straight towards Chloe Alden, her delicate hands tightly gripping Chloe’s shoulders.
"Chloe, you must think carefully! Know what you can say and what you can’t!"
Fiona Vaughn leaned into Chloe Alden’s ear, whispering just loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"Chloe, don’t be afraid. You must hold your ground. That Katherine North is just a money-grubbing woman. I’ll handle it; you just need to supply the funds."
Chloe hesitated, her large tears suddenly halting.
"But... my family’s enterprises..."
This dimwit!
Fiona Vaughn cursed idiot in her heart, yet still pretended concern, clutching Chloe’s hand forcefully.
"Chloe, your father and mother have far more experience and connections. Money lost can be earned again, but if your Alden Enterprises’ reputation is ruined, it can never recover. Remember, stay calm, understand?"
Fiona thought for a moment, then quickly winked at Chloe Alden.
"Chloe, do you have any money left? Don’t forget, Katherine North that broke person still owes 300,000 in debt to the bank. What’s she going to use to pay? In the end, won’t she still obediently follow us both?"
"Where there’s life, there’s hope, Chloe. I’m doing this all for your own good."
Chloe Alden’s hand trembled slightly, suddenly understanding Fiona Vaughn’s meaning. She shakily removed her new Vacheron Constantin watch, speaking gratefully.
"Will this watch suffice? It’s yours... Fiona, I know you’re the only one who truly cares about me, boo hoo... Getting me out of this, it’s all up to you."
Now, both her father and mother were frantically dealing with Serene International being shorted, and Chloe Alden finally realized how much her tantrums could cost.
Yet she really hated it now!
If it weren’t for Cecilia Vaughn, she and her family wouldn’t have fallen into such a state!
Fiona Vaughn knew luxury brands best; this Vacheron Constantin was a limited edition worth over 1.3 million. Though Chloe Alden had worn it for half a month, it was still in near-new condition. She had connections for resale, and people in the entertainment circle love flaunting wealth; selling it for excess of 800,000 wouldn’t be an issue.
Bribing Katherine North might cost 300,000, but at least she would have more than 500,000 coming in herself!
But there’s no need to mention this to Chloe Alden; that fool knows nothing, she’d keep it quiet!
Fiona Vaughn’s eyes lit up, unexpectedly profiting extra, her face an expression of concern.
"Chloe, don’t worry about it..."
Chloe Alden was taken away by the police.
Fiona Vaughn couldn’t resist caressing that Vacheron Constantin, soon dialing a middleman’s number.
"Hello, is this Johansson? I have a limited edition watch I need you to sell."
...
Meanwhile, Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law were just leaving the hotel.
Who knew, suddenly a Bentley Mulsanne hastily stopped in front of them, blocking their way.
Quickly, two people stepped out.
It was Rosalind White and Stacy Summers.
Rosalind White’s voice had been hoarse for more than half a month. She’d seen every doctor, and they all said there was nothing they could do. Despite using countless good medicines, she could now barely make out a few husky and harsh sentences a day.
Stacy Summers rushed over anxiously.
"Cecilia, are you alright?"
Rosalind White even more bewilderedly sized Cecilia Vaughn up, from head to toe.
"You, you—"
This vile woman should have been caught in the act, her reputation ruined!
How did she appear so neatly dressed?!
