Chapter 170
The raspyâvoiced man kicked Allen hard, grabbing a whiskey bottle and pressing it against his forehead. âYou moron, you think you can fool Lloyd like that? Mrs. Ferguson? Bullshit! Mr. Ferguson is out there buying tampons for his new chick, and you expect him to cover your gambling debts for his exâwifeâs uncle?â
Caught off guard, Allen fell on his butt, scrambling to get in front of the man in charge. âLloyd, Lloyd! I swear Iâm not pulling your leg. She is Bryantâs wife. Didnât you see my wifeâs hospital room when you guys went to the hospital that day? If Bryant wasnât looking out for her, could my wife have stayed in the BlessedCare Medical Facility?â
I glared at him furiously. âAllen! You ungrateful jerk, do you think I wouldâve begged Bryant for that hospital room if not for my aunt? And now, youâre using this to screw me over?â
Allen ignored me, clinging to Lloydâs legs. âLloyd, even at its worst, an elephant is still bigger than a rabbit. Even if sheâs divorced Bryant, wouldnât he give her some money? Ten million is nothing to her!â
Ten million? This deadbeat had the nerve to run up such a gigantic gambling debt.
I was furious. âHave you no shame? I didnât get a dime from the divorce, not a single dime!â
âJaneâ¦â Allen crawled back, his smile slimy. âDo me this favor, just ten million. Ðl take good care of your aunt after.â
âNo way.â I flatly refused.
After all, my aunt was about to divorce him, and here he was, shamelessly pleading.
Allen instantly burst into tears. âYou heartless bitch, have you forgotten who took care of you when you were little? Without me, youâd be dead! Now that Iâm in desperate straits, canât you help me?â
Lloyd put down his whiskey glass, lit a cigarette, and waved his hand, and the raspyâvoiced man dragged Allen aside.
Lloyd walked over in crocodile leather shoes, stopping before me and looking down. âMs. Webster, right? I wonât make things hard for you Pay up, and weâll call it even. Otherwise, your uncleâs hands wonât stay attached to him much longer.â
âJust chop them off, both of them, so he can never gamble again!â I spat out angrily.
Domestic violence, cheating, gambling, drug abuse, any of these alone would be more than enough to condemn someone, let alone cripple them.
âTsk!â Lloyd clicked his tongue, stepped on my wrist, and ground it underfoot. âDidnât expect such a feisty spirit from a young lady like
you.â
âAnyway, I donât have the money, so forget about it!â I endured the pain of my wrist ground between the cement floor and his shoe, gritting my teeth.
âFine, I want to see how long you, pampered and delicate by Bryant, can last.â As he spoke viciously, he moved his foot to my face. It reminded me of my childhood, plunging me into a chilling fear.
As Lloydâs foot pressed down, a convoy of luxury cars sped up, the lead vehicle swerving to a halt at the entrance, dust flying everywhere.
In RiverCity, only a handful of families could afford such a fleet of sports cars.
Lloydâs face turned pale, glaring at the raspy voiced man. âDidnât you say she was divorced from Bryant? Who the hell would make such a big fuss for an exâwife!â