Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 419 - 418 Another Good Show, Merciless Leads to One’s Own Ruin (2nd Update)

Chapter 419: 418 Another Good Show, Merciless Leads to One’s Own Ruin (2nd Update)

The New Year was approaching, and many people had already gone on leave. Everyone was idle already, and not many knew about Silas Jones’s intention to marry his daughter to Mr. Drake – a matter that was not honorable to begin with, so the Jones Family would obviously not publicize it everywhere.

However, Michale Shaw, from who knows where, got hold of the news and spread it, and now half of the Capital City was aware of it.

Everyone sighed and felt sorry, thinking how pitiable Cressida Jones was.

And this news, naturally, also reached the Jeans Family.

Beckett Jeans had been trying to win back Cressida and had even talked to Marigold about it, asking her to abort the child.

If it weren’t for the pregnancy, she would have been detained by now; the baby was her amulet. Marigold would not possibly get rid of it.

The two families had an unhappy quarrel about this, and just when they had not yet settled this side of the issue, Cressida Jones was about to attend a matchmaking event, which naturally made Beckett explode with anger.

"Beckett, is it possible that my sister went to the matchmaking event voluntarily?" Marigold asked with a smile.

"Nonsense, what does she see in that old man!"

"Who knows, maybe she has a special fetish, and just likes old men."

"Shut up!"

Beckett was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and then warned Marigold, "You better get rid of that kid early; I’m not going to want it!"

Marigold didn’t speak, and after he left, Lavinia Wilde entered the ward. Seeing her mother, she also felt aggrieved, "Mom, what should I do? Beckett doesn’t want this child; he’s still thinking about that bitch Cressida."

"That little bitch made me end up so miserably; you cannot let her off."

"If it wasn’t for her, how would I have fallen to such a level?"

Her reputation was in shambles; those "friends" she had made before had all turned their backs on her.

Now, she lived like a rat in the gutter.

Stinking, and everyone avoided her like the plague.

"Don’t worry. The pain you’ve suffered, I’ll make that little bitch pay back double," Lavinia stroked her daughter’s hair. "Her mother is good for nothing, I didn’t expect she would have such a capable daughter."

"I was able to drive her mother out of the Jones Family, naturally I can make her stink as well."

Having heard this, Marigold was overjoyed, "She definitely doesn’t want to marry Mr. Drake."

"After tonight, she won’t have a choice, whether she wants to or not."

"Otherwise..."

"Who would want a ruined good for nothing."

"I want to go tonight, too," Marigold couldn’t wait.

Lavinia just smiled, "You, just recuperate in the hospital and safely give birth to the child. Even if the Jeans Family is reluctant, they won’t let their seed be left out in the cold."

"Marigold, your good days are coming."

**

The night was dark and stormy, with bitter winds howling.

As Cressida Jones entered the hotel with her father, she saw a large standing sign in the hall, which read: [Payne Corps Annual Meeting, Peace Hall on the second floor.]

On the way, they also encountered numerous Payne Corps employees.

"I heard that this year’s grand prize is a trip abroad for seven days on the Payne Family’s private jet, and you can even bring a family member."

"There’s only one grand prize; someone like me with no luck for drawing will never have hope."

"I heard Mr. Payne and Mrs. Payne will be attending tonight. There might be other surprises as well."

...

The group of people happily discussed.

"So Payne Corps is holding their annual meeting here," Silas thought to himself.

His youngest daughter nearly brought trouble upon Zoe Payne, and he had always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize. But he couldn’t even enter the Hale Family’s doors, nor did he have a personal relationship with the Payne Family.

He was not a fool. He could guess who was suppressing his family.

Unable to face William Hale, if he could greet Mario Payne and his wife tonight, say some kind words, offer an apology — during the festive season it’s best to aim for harmony, perhaps they would let his family off the hook.

He immediately made a call instructing his secretary to prepare generous gifts.

"Make sure the gift is grandiose; it’s for the Payne Family. Price is not the factor you consider, but it mustn’t lose face," Cressida overheard her father talking on the phone.

Payne Family?

Was her father planning to curry favor with the Payne Family?

After the engagement banquet, she had seen Mrs. Payne and Martin Yates; from their behavior, they only seemed surprised about Mrs. Hale’s pregnancy and seemed unaware of what happened at the engagement banquet.

She was afraid that Mr. Hale and Junior President Payne were intentionally concealing it; if her father were to push the matter and expose it...

Tonight,

Would have a good show to watch.

After Silas hung up the phone, he turned his head and looked at his daughter again, "Cressida, although Mr. Drake is a bit older, he is good to his wife. You are my daughter; I would not harm you."

Cressida just smiled and nodded.

"You have to understand, given our family’s current situation, finding someone with Mr. Drake’s conditions is already not easy."

"Besides, you’ve called off an engagement before, and that’s something that well-established families tend to frown upon."

"Mr. Drake has seen your photo and took a particular liking, even saying that once you’re married, he would gift you a Capital City Number One villa."

Lavinia Wilde was also there tonight, "Even the smallest villa there is worth tens of millions, isn’t it?"

"That’s why I’m saying Mr. Drake is sincere about wanting to marry you."

"You’re not getting any younger, stop being so picky; Mr. Drake is a good catch."

Cressida Jones didn’t respond, just thought bitterly to herself:

If he’s such a catch, why don’t you marry him off to your own daughter?

When the three of them arrived at the private room, Mr. Drake was already there, big-bellied and greasy. Upon seeing Cressida Jones, his eyes never left her, scrutinizing her up and down as if exceedingly pleased.

The thing is,

It was rumored that Cressida Jones was still untouched.

Mr. Drake’s smile deepened, and he exchanged a knowing look with Silas Jones—it seemed they had reached an understanding.

Lavinia Wilde was smiling as she pulled Cressida Jones to sit down, initially trying to push her next to Mr. Drake, but she was unwilling.

"Mr. Drake, sorry, she’s young and maybe a bit shy," Lavinia Wilde said with a smile, gesturing for Cressida Jones to get up and pour wine for Mr. Drake, while she secretly tampered with her glass.

Four people in the room,

Three wolves.

That wretched girl wouldn’t escape tonight.

Cressida Jones just smiled while pouring wine for Mr. Drake, the old lecher’s gaze fixating on her, swallowing his saliva, "Miss Jones, what perfume are you wearing? It’s so fragrant."

"I’m not wearing any perfume, it must be the scent of flowers."

"Smells wonderful, I love this natural fragrance." She was pouring the wine, and Mr. Drake’s hand was almost directly touching her.

But he still held back.

The girl was still young; didn’t want to scare her.

As Cressida Jones sat down after pouring the wine, Silas Jones’s secretary knocked on the door and entered, "President Jones, Mr. Payne and his wife have arrived, and the gifts are prepared."

"I know."

"You’re going to meet with Mr. Payne?" Mr. Drake asked.

"Yeah, had a little misunderstanding during the engagement banquet previously, and just so happens Payne Corps is holding their annual meeting here, so I’m going over to apologize."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Lavinia asked bluntly.

"You better not go," Silas Jones gave her a look.

She had to keep an eye on Cressida Jones.

To ensure the plan went off without a hitch tonight.

"Dad, tonight is the Payne Corps annual meeting, you weren’t invited, showing up uninvited might be improper," Cressida Jones advised.

Silas Jones immediately snorted, "What do you know about it? It’s rare to see Mr. and Mrs. Payne, and now that the opportunity is before me, how can I pass it up."

Cressida Jones didn’t say anything else:

Good advice is lost on a fool, and compassion cannot save those determined to self-destruct.

If they want to die, truly nobody can stop them.

---

At that moment in the Peace Hall,

Just as Tim Payne took his seat, Assistant Law whispered, "I heard Miss Jones has entered the private room."

"Who knows who leaked the information, the Jeans Family seems to be aware of her blind date tonight, and Beckett Jeans might come over to cause a scene. Normally, these blind dates are quite private."

"Junior President Payne, are we really going to let that scumbag play the hero tonight?"

Tim Payne glanced at him, "You talk too much."

"You said yesterday you might not even attend the annual meeting, coming over tonight, isn’t it for Miss Jones?"

"I should send you to work for William; his assistant speaks very little."

Assistant Law promptly shut his mouth.

Mr. Hale’s assistant speaks little?

Kyle Lowe does speak infrequently, but that Zac Cruz in private is like a parrot reincarnated, he’s a chatterbox, you know?

Tim Payne mulled over his glass.

Very few knew about Cressida Jones’s blind date, and for the information to spread this fast, someone must have deliberately leaked it.

The Jones Family, in order to ensure Cressida Jones marries Mr. Drake successfully, given the vile nature of that family, are likely to resort to drastic measures.

Cressida Jones is shrewd and insightful, and she has been warned by him about Silas Jones deceiving Peter Lewis, she should be on her guard, or perhaps she already has a counterplan.

Beckett Jeans is coming as well...

It seems tonight might be quite eventful again.