Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 425 - 424 Using a Cleaver to Kill a Chicken, One Stroke Could Be Fatal (6 updates)

Chapter 425: 424 Using a Cleaver to Kill a Chicken, One Stroke Could Be Fatal (6 updates)

That’s a reasonable point.

Mr. Drake became displeased upon hearing this, "Miss Jones, we were just getting along so well a moment ago."

"That’s because I am a respectable person, and I know that my father’s company is in trouble, and I wanted to help him. I didn’t expect him to hit me without distinguishing right from wrong. Is there such a father?"

"You wicked girl! If you dare to spout nonsense again, believe it or not, I’ll beat you to death!"

Silas Jones raised his hand as he spoke, only to have Martin Yates standing by her side, his gaze icy and full of warning.

He wouldn’t dare!

Cressida Jones sneered low:

A coward who bullies the weak but fears the strong.

She took out her cell phone, "Since you say I’m talking nonsense, I suppose a recording can’t be fake, right?"

Then, a cellphone recording was made public.

Silas Jones’s voice was very clear.

"...Your grandmother’s surgery after the New Year, I’ve already arranged for her the best orthopedic surgeon... If it weren’t for the strong connections, who could have managed that."

"I’m your dad, how could I hurt you? The partner I’ve found for you is certainly the best."

These words were full of threatening implications.

It caused everyone to whisper and talk in low voices.

They all said Silas Jones was unworthy of being a father.

They pitied Cressida Jones.

Silas Jones never imagined that an ordinary phone call could be recorded.

Lavinia Wilde whispered softly, "You see? I told you, this girl is full of cunning tricks; she is here for revenge."

There were too many people around at this time, and the situation was extremely disgraceful. Silas Jones thought about it and still wanted to cover up the matter and deal with it quietly, but reality was contrary to his wishes, because...

The police had arrived!

The matter involving Lavinia Wilde and Mr. Drake,

Whether it was consensual, forced, or drugged, there must be a conclusion.

"Several people reported an incident here, so we came to check." The police arrived at the scene and got the general idea from the hotel manager, "Ms. Wilde, you said, someone drugged you?"

"I..." Lavinia Wilde saw the uniformed police officer and was utterly panicked.

"She suspects that I drugged her. Officer, you must clear my name," Cressida Jones appeared very aggrieved.

Tim Payne watched from the side.

Almost bursting into laughter,

All of this might be within her plans.

"First, get dressed and come back with us for an investigation." Since there had been a report and there was a victim and so many people on the scene, the impact so negative, the police would definitely need to give an explanation.

Lavinia Wilde was in a panic, taking her clothes to go change in another compartment.

She kept making eye signals to her husband.

But Silas Jones didn’t know what to do at this moment.

"Aunt Wilde, let me help you," Cressida Jones picked up her clothes.

The crowd felt sentimental:

Eldest Miss Jones really is beautiful and kind-hearted.

Lavinia Wilde was about to explode with anger, glaring venomously at Cressida Jones, wishing she could devour her flesh and drink her blood.

Especially seeing Cressida Jones reaching to help with her bag, her pupils shook suddenly, reaching out to snatch it, "I can do it myself, I don’t need your help."

The two struggled and pulled closer.

Cressida Jones pressed her voice down, "That drug... it’s in the bag, right?"

Lavinia Wilde’s breathing halted.

As if her lifeline had been seized in an instant, her heartbeat stopped.

"Aunt Wilde, what goes around comes around, your retribution has arrived!"

Suddenly, she pulled forcefully, and Lavinia Wilde fell to the ground. The contents of her bag, coincidentally, scattered out, makeup products, a card holder, a cellphone, and a sealed bag containing white powder.

Lavinia Wilde fell and, disregarding her pain, scrambled to reach for the sealed bag.

But then...

Cressida Jones suddenly stretched out her foot.

Stomping on it,

Crushing it.

With a cry of pain, the intense agony at her fingertips sent spasms through Lavinia Wilde’s body.

"Miss Cressida Jones, the police are still here. What are you doing!" shouted Silas Jones.

"It was an accident," Cressida Jones stepped back, "Aunt Wilde, what’s this on the floor? Is it important?"

She had many valuables in her bag, but she chose to pick up a sealed plastic bag.

Even fools knew something was up.

The police officer bent down immediately, picked up the bag, opened it, and rubbed the white powder inside between his fingers before smelling it. His face turned pale. "Ms. Wilde, this is a knockout drug."

"It has nothing to do with me. She’s framing me," Lavinia Wilde pointed at Cressida Jones.

"Aunt Wilde, the item fell out of your bag, and you’re so nervous, which shows you know what it is. And now you’re trying to throw dirt on me? Do you think all police officers are as blind as my father and can be easily fooled by you?"

Silas Jones was caught off guard.

"Everyone needs to come back with us for further investigation." The matter had become too serious and the police didn’t want to escalate it further.

Before leaving for the police station, Cressida Jones exchanged a few words with Martin Yates, "Uncle Yates, thank you for helping me tonight."

"Don’t mention it, it was nothing."

"I have another favor to ask."

"Go ahead."

Martin Yates was a man of sentiment. He found Cressida very meticulous and serious about gardening, a genuinely nice person. Unfortunately, she was entangled in the muddled affairs of the Jones Family. He felt sympathy for her, so if the request was reasonable, he’d agree to it.

"Could you help me find a lawyer? Preferably one who can come to the police station tonight?" It was clear that Cressida Jones didn’t have such resources at her disposal.

"No problem, our company lawyer is quite good, and he should be attending the annual meeting."

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble," Cressida Jones bowed in gratitude.

"It’s a minor issue. However, your father isn’t exactly a good man. You have a good nature, but you can’t always let familial ties hold you back. Sometimes you need to make a clean break," advised Martin Yates.

"I’ll remember your words."

Tim Payne shook his head helplessly.

Nice personality?

Uncle, you’re the best at judging people, and even you have an off day.

This one before you is quite something.

Finding a lawyer...

Looks like tonight’s drama isn’t over yet!

Beckett Jeans wanted to step forward and say something but held back, intimidated by Martin Yates’s presence.

After Cressida Jones went to the police station, Tim Payne signaled to Assistant Law, "Spread the news about tonight’s incident."

With someone stirring the pot,

The scandal of Mrs. Jones’s affair spread across the city in an instant.

—

At the Old House of Hale Family,

Tonight’s incident was originally unrelated to the Hale Family. Zoe Payne was checking the shop’s daily earnings, while William Hale was busy with official work. His phone vibrated and he was surprised to see it was his father-in-law.

Why is he looking for me during the Payne Corps annual meeting?

Of course, he was inquiring about Zoe’s health, and after reassuring that she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

William Hale had learned about the situation from Tim Payne, who had information from Silas Jones.

Also, upon hearing that Cressida needed a lawyer, he naturally wanted to help her out.

In just half an hour,

Cressida saw the representatives of the law firm working for both Payne Corps and Hale Group at the police station, all eight of them were top-notch heavyweights in their field.

And Junior President Payne even came in person.

The police officers processing the case were dumbfounded.

This...

The line-up was a bit too extravagant.

After a detailed discussion with the lawyers, Cressida found out they were there to handle a family dispute that might involve criminal prosecution.

Privately, Cressida said to Tim Payne, "Why bring so many lawyers?"

"My uncle and brother-in-law arranged this."

"Isn’t this using a cleaver to kill a chicken?"

"But with a cleaver, a chicken can be killed with a single chop."

Assistant Law stood not far away, watching the two who were scheming.

Clearly calculating against others, can you two please manage your expressions better? Can’t you hide your excitement?