Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 115 Mutual Biting, Committing Violence: A Life is at Stake (4 more updates)

Chapter 115: 115 Mutual Biting, Committing Violence: A Life is at Stake (4 more updates)

"Everyone outside says that the Bell Family is vicious and that you were discarded for being too kind, but I see that you’re all cut from the same cloth, plotting to take my property!"

Director Hall’s face turned a livid shade of iron blue with anger.

She seemed to have connected all the dots at this moment.

From the moment Kevin Bell came to her, it had all been a setup.

The Bell Family was short of money.

Now they wanted to pluck feathers from her.

Utterly shameless!

Zoe Bell merely laughed coldly, "Your property?"

"Is this money yours? It was all donated to the orphanage, you’re just managing it. You have no right to use it at will, and furthermore... this orphanage isn’t yours either; it’s not supported by you alone. It’s all the teachers who keep it going!"

"Just because others call you Director, do you think you can control anything and everything within the orphanage?"

At this point, Kevin Bell was losing his patience.

To him, as long as he could get the money, that was all that mattered.

He didn’t care which sheep the wool came from.

What was most crucial was that most of the donations embezzled by Director Hall originally belonged to the Bell Family, so it was only natural for him to claim it back.

"Director Hall, just give me the money and I can let you off this one time," urged Kevin Bell too eagerly.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and business partners, associates, and employees were all pressing for money. If he couldn’t produce the funds soon, he would be finished.

"Impossible, stop dreaming!"

After embezzling so much, how could Director Hall willingly cough it up? She saw the gate was left ajar, bit her teeth.

With a hard set of her heart, she bolted toward the doorway!

But she seemed to have forgotten that she wasn’t young anymore, not a man in his twenties with strength and speed. She hardly reached the doorknob before Kevin Bell blocked her.

"Won’t give me the money? Then you’re not allowed to leave."

"What? If I don’t give it, does President Bell intend to imprison me?"

"I’ll call the police!"

"Then let’s all go down together. Anyway, the money isn’t on me. Even if the police arrest me, they can’t touch any property. My money has all gone to my sons and daughters."

"You..."

Transferring assets was a common tactic used by debt dodgers.

Originally, Kevin Bell had transferred the real estate to Lucas Bell, thus being blackmailed and forced to sever ties with Zoe Bell.

"If you and your daughter are so capable, then sue me!"

Director Hall, throwing caution to the wind, pushed Kevin Bell aside and tried to walk out.

Kyle Lowe glanced at Zoe Bell as if to ask:

Should we stop her?

But Zoe Bell was looking down, her gaze still fixed on the calligraphy written with "All Blessings."

Without instructions, Kyle Lowe didn’t move.

But Kevin Bell did.

He grabbed Director Hall’s arm and forcefully dragged her back into the room, "You must vomit up the money for me today!"

"Get the hell off me!"

Director Hall was suddenly dragged back into the house she had bought, which scared her.

Having calmed down, she realized she might get arrested at most, but at least the majority of the money could be preserved. She was nearly 60, without many good years left.

Even if she were caught, providing a good future for her children would be worth it!

So, she instantly became fearless.

Especially after years of humbly kowtowing to the Bell Family to secure donations, bowing and scraping before Kevin Bell, she didn’t want to endure it any longer.

"Others call you President Bell out of courtesy. Do you think you’re still the President Bell of the past? Just get away from me!"

Director Hall’s true character was fully exposed, not hidden at all.

Little did she know, her words had touched a raw nerve.

Kevin Bell had struggled to maintain his company until now because he cared too much about appearances; he couldn’t give up his luxurious lifestyle or bear being looked down upon.

But Director Hall had hit him where it hurt most.

He couldn’t hold back and slapped her hard across the face.

Director Hall was stunned for several seconds.

She had just been slapped by Zoe Bell and hadn’t dared to retaliate since she was being blackmailed, and now, slapped again, her rage boiled over, and she charged forward to hit back.

Before her hand could reach Kevin Bell’s face, she grabbed his collar and yanked him down.

With one pull, she managed to clutch onto his hair.

Kevin Bell, in pain, counters with two slaps of his own.

Raising his hand, he kicked her away!

This time, the kick was exceptionally heavy.

Director Hall, advanced in years, couldn’t withstand such shoving and felt as if all her bones were falling apart, crying out in pain.

She couldn’t outfight him.

But she couldn’t stay here much longer, especially with Zoe Bell still present. If she delayed any longer and started a fight with that other man, she wouldn’t be able to escape.

Those who commit theft, dare not call the police.

All she could do was to think of a way to run out.

She refused to believe that if she made it to a public place, Zoe Bell and Kevin Bell would dare to abduct her in broad daylight.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the shattered glass and ceramic pieces on the ground nearby.

She gritted her teeth and steeled her heart!

Crawling over, she grabbed a shard of ceramic and swung it at Kevin Bell, "President Bell, I can give you some money, but you have to let me go."

"How much can you give me," asked Kevin Bell, not really intending to have a fight to the death with her.

"500,000," she said.

"What did you say?" Kevin Bell found it laughable, "You think you’re giving alms? At least 5 million."

"Impossible!"

"Then don’t leave," Kevin Bell sneered, "if you dare, kill me!"

As he said this, pressing in step by step, Director Hall truly didn’t dare, and the closer he got, the more her hands shook.

Kevin Bell sneered, "With such little courage, I thought you actually had the guts to kill someone!"

Then, another slap landed on her face.

Director Hall was once again knocked to the ground.

Looking down at her from above, Kevin Bell said, "You think grabbing something gives you the power to threaten me? I don’t believe you have the guts. I’m finished; my daughter is in jail, my son is unfilial, but you’re different. You have a son and a daughter, both apparently very obedient, and it seems..."

"You even have a young grandson, right?"

"If you don’t cough up the money, do you believe I can make your whole family’s life miserable?"

He was now a man with nothing to lose.

The moment Director Hall heard this, her fingers involuntarily clenched, the sharp edges of the broken shard digging into her palm, reminding her that she couldn’t just wait for her demise.

Kevin Bell had been in Greenland for many years with deep and tangled connections; he might truly know some unsavory characters.

If they harassed or threatened her family, what would she do?

"Director Hall, think carefully whether you want to spend 5 million for peace of mind."

"Ah—get away from me!" Anger surged in Director Hall as she waved the ceramic shard, trying to scare him off.

But she didn’t anticipate that Kevin Bell was about to close in.

As she wildly waved the shard, from her seated position on the floor, she accidentally sliced Kevin Bell’s leg. He winced with pain, and before he could react, his leg was slashed several times more.

"You vile woman!" Kevin Bell delivered a slap.

Director Hall, with ruthless determination, raised the shard.

And plunged it deeply into his thigh.

Along with a terrible scream, William Hale, who was waiting not far away, furrowed his brows and rushed to get out of the car.

Zoe Bell had mentioned that she would send a message if needed.

So he was waiting.

But the scream was so piercing and alarming.

Zac Cruz was startled by the scream:

It was so dreadful; someone wasn’t going to lose their life, were they?

When William entered the room, he saw Kevin Bell sitting on the ground, his forehead throbbing with veins as he clutched his leg, blood seeping through his fingers.

And the shard in Director Hall’s hand was already stained red.