Chapter 507 You Should Change Your Bargaining Chip
Lyle wasted no time and headed out immediately. As he reached the lobby, he called for the valet to bring his motorcycle over.
While waiting, he glanced back at the Cloudex Corporation sign. He remembered the day Emelie had broken the bowl and how he had noticed that a piece was missing. However…
He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His sharp brows and narrow eyes were striking.
The valets struggled to push his heavy motorcycle over. Seeing them struggle, Lyle clicked his tongue and strode over.
Once he donned his helmet, he swung his long leg over the bike before revving up the engine and speeding off.
As March began, spring arrived. William walked into Eastbay under the last rays of the setting sun.
Meanwhile, Emelie was having dinner at the table. There were four dishes there, and she had almost finished her meal.
William observed her. “You have a good appetite. I thought you might go on a hunger strike.”
Emelie replied coldly, “Mr. Middleton, I did consider going on a hunger strike to force you to let me see my mother. But I realized that I shouldn’t overestimate my importance to you. If you ignored my threat, I’d just be torturing myself for nothing, wouldn’t I?”
A maid brought a hot towel for him to wipe his hands. Meanwhile, William’s tone was cold as he said, “It’s good that you know your place.”
Emelie put down her fork. She looked him in the eye and said calmly, “William, we need to talk.”
William glanced at the mess on the floor and then at the maids. They immediately started cleaning up. He then stepped over the debris and walked into the living room. “Let’s talk here.”
Emelie pressed her lips together as she stood up from the dining chair and walked to the living room. She got straight to the point and said, “I know you haven’t found the account book yet. I can help you find it.”
William casually moved a shoe off the couch and sat down. “Can you find it?”
“I’m Ronan’s daughter, and I’ve lived with him for over 20 years. I know his habits better than any outsider. My chances of finding it are higher.”
William tilted his head slightly and looked at her.
Emelie met his gaze. “I also promise that I won’t dig into Xander Pierce and Xander Group’s past cases. Once I hand over the account book, I’ll have no evidence. No one will investigate the four major groups based on my words alone.
“Fighting you is like hitting a stone with an egg. I just want my mother. Let me take her away, and we’re even.”
Future matters would be dealt with later. For now, Emelie’s priority was getting Greta back from him.
William’s expression remained unchanged. “She’s not your biological mother. When Edward used you to pay off his debt, she didn’t object. She didn’t contact you for three years. Why do you care so much about her?”
His eyes were dark. “Do you remember when you said that I was your only family?”
Emelie was silent for a moment. Then, she said, “Didn’t your mother leave you when you were very young? Why do you care so much about her? You’ve also never forgiven your father for betraying her.”
This hit William’s sore spot, and his face quickly became cold.
“Henry may be a scoundrel, but without his foundation, you wouldn’t be this powerful today. Mr. Middleton, you don’t understand gratitude, but I do. My parents raised me, so I must repay them.”
William’s lips curled up into a sneer. “Ms. Hoven, I forgot how good your debating skills are.”
Emelie stayed on topic. “So, do you agree to my deal?”
William twisted the ring on his finger and said in a cold, magnetic voice, “Step closer, and I’ll tell you.”
Emelie hesitated before taking a small step forward. William suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him.
Emelie had been wary, but she had still underestimated his strength. The next thing she knew, she was spun around and pulled onto the couch.
With one hand, he pinned both of her wrists down and then leaned over her.
Emelie struggled and exclaimed, “William!”
The maids understood the situation and discreetly left the room. Now, there were just the two of them in the messy living room.
William looked down at her. The way he looked at her was cold yet ambiguous.
“I’ve told you that my plan is to marry you and have children with you. Your proposed deal doesn’t interest me. Ms. Hoven, if you want to save your mother, you’d better come up with a better bargaining chip Got it?”