Chapter 1324:
As expected, Brinley was completely swayed by Samsonâs empty promises, and any lingering suspicion she had faded away. She left with a light heart, eager to handle matters regarding Paulina for Samson.
Previously, Brinley had alerted the Happer family that Paulina might escape to Baythorn, even hinting that her supporter was formidable. Now that Paulina had fled, the Happer family would undoubtedly seek help from their Baythorn relatives, sealing Paulinaâs fate.
Brinley was determined to remove every obstacle in her path. Once she confirmed Paulinaâs death, she planned to eliminate Paulinaâs parents as well. With them gone, the treasure map would be left unguarded.
Marrying Samson had never been her choice. Once she eliminated Paulina and her family and secured the treasure map, Samsonâs death would be inevitable.
As Brinleyâs thoughts turned to Carlos, a derisive smirk appeared on her face. He probably still thought she was the naive girl he once knew, expecting her to rely on him to find the treasure mapâs location. It was laughable. Would she really still need a man once she had the map?
Brinley envisioned herself as the most powerful businesswoman in Mogluylia, commanding respect from those who had once underestimated her.
Valentin had remained silent even in the face of death. Brinley was eager to see if he would continue that silence when he saw Paulina suffer through the excruciating pain from her many wounds.
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As for Carlos, Brinley would never allow him to interfere. Once the treasure map was hers, she would disappear, leaving no trace behind. All she needed to do now was wait. Once Carlos had finished destroying the Fletcher family, she would be ready to execute her grand plan. No one would control her life or take what rightfully belonged to her. She would get what she wanted.
Brinley paused, then let out a mocking laugh. âHeh, Brady Fletcher, you were clever all your life, but you never expected your own son to bring about the downfall of the Fletcher family, did you? Once I succeed, Iâll make sure to dig up your grave. I want you to never rest in peace!â
Brinleyâs son, Jensen Fletcher, stood by the door, watching her with a growing sense of unease. Her hatred toward the Fletcher family was deep, but what did it mean for him, a Fletcher by blood? He felt an urge to retreat, yet he remindedâ¦
He told himself that, regardless of Brinleyâs nature, he was still her son, her own flesh and blood. All her machinations were supposedly for his future.
As Jensen thought about it, the corner of his mouth curled into a cruel smile. Digging up a grave was nothing; it wasnât like he was killing someone.
Suddenly, a loud âbangâ echoed through the air, followed by the heavy thud of footsteps. Soon, the entire villa was encircled.
Jensen stood frozen in shock.
Brinley halted just as she was about to exit. She glanced up toward the window and noticed the butler collapsing into a pool of blood. Without hesitation, she turned and hurried back to the study to seek Samsonâs protection. She could use Samson as a shield.
LJoon entered the study, and Brinley found Samson coughing violently, his complexion ashen.
âWhy are you just standing there? Call the Happer family for help now!â Samson shouted at her furiously.
Samson was furious. What a useless woman! Didnât she promise that Paulina would never be able to fight back or target them? Who were these people? Were they here just for fun?
âAh? Ohâ¦â This was Brinleyâs first encounter with such a crisis. Flustered, it was only after Samsonâs urging that she remembered to pull out her mobile phone to call Carlos, not questioning why Samson hadnât made the call himself. Previously, her conflicts had been limited to corporate battles or unilateral attacks. Facing such an immediate threat naturally sent her into a panic.
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