Chapter 88 Murder Beck panicked all of a sudden because he had no choice at all. He would either be forced to go bankrupt or be sued in court, and he couldnât afford any of these consequences.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, âOkay, I agree.â
Alston laughed in satisfaction and hung up the phone.
A lawyer smiled and took out a share transfer contract. Beck took it over gloomily and found Cynthia had already signed her name.
Cynthia was his daughter, but now she was in cahoots with Alston.
However, it was useless to be angry because he had no other choice.
Beck felt like he was ten years older, as if the contract had sucked up his energy after he signed it tremblingly.
However, he could still be in charge of the Miller Group with his remaining 30% and Cherryâs 20% of shares. It would be a disaster if Cherry lost her 20% as well.
After he signed the contract, the lawyers took it back rapidly as if they were afraid that he would break his promise. And then, they nodded to him and smiled, and left the conference room immediately.
Beck and several managers sat in a daze.
When Beck came back to his senses, his hands were trembling, and he was shocked and angry. Alston had planned for everything. He prepared the contract and waited for him to bite the bait.
As soon as the lawyers left, Beck received a call. He looked down numbly and saw it was from Clare.
Beck smiled sarcastically. He had made many phone calls before, but Beck didnât answer them. And now, since the lawyers had left, he called back in perfect timing.
However, Beck had no right to be angry. Nobody else was willing to cooperate with the Miller Group, so he had to bear with Clare. After the Miller Group became stronger, he would never spare those who had harmed him and looked down upon him.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Beckâs eyes, yet he still picked up the call with a fake smile. âHello, Mr.
Smith!â
There wasnât the slightest guilt or apology in Clareâs voice. âI didnât check my phone just now. Whatâs the matter?
Beckâs eyes darkened. The whole city knew the lawyers of the Smith Group had left the Miller Groupâs building. It was impossible that Clare knew nothing about it.
But Beck didnât say anything. He chuckled. âNothing. Itâs been resolved.â
âThatâs good!â Clare said in relief and continued, âBy the way, take Cherry to visit Ivan in a few days and tell him about the engagement.â
Beck tightened his fingers suddenly. Clareâs tone was arrogant and careless, as if nothing had ever happened. Beck held back his desire to smash his phone, took a few deep breaths, and said calmly, âOkay.â
After hanging up the phone, Beckâs face was cloudy and uncertain, which scared the manager away.
Beck got up and saw himself reflected in a glass door. He was wearing a wrinkled suit, and his beard was messy. He didnât want to stay in the company any longer, so he drove back home.
As soon as he entered the door, Jane rushed over and grabbed his collar anxiously. âHow was it? Did you pay the default?â
Beck was already furious and even more irritable when he saw her crazy look. He reached out and pushed Jane aside.
âWhere is Cherry? I want to see her.â Beck looked unhappy and looked upstairs, but there was only silence.
Janeâs eyes were full of resentment, but thinking that she could only rely on Beck now, she didnât say anything harsh. âCherry went to an art exhibition with her friends.â
Beck frowned deeply. âThe Smith Group pushed me so hard, yet none of you are useful. One stays home and drinks coffee, and the other still has the mood for an art exhibition.â
It was just a complaint, yet Jane jumped up as if humiliated. âYou used to talk to us softly when you were wealthy. Why are you complaining now? Youâre the useless one. If you were Alston, you wouldnât need us to help you. Cynthia is a b*stard, but have you ever seen Alston complain about her?â
As soon as she finished her words, Beck rushed over and clenched her neck tightly. He was furious, and his usual gentle face was full of ferocity. âOne more word, and Iâll kill you!â
He clenched her neck hard. Jane was strangled and unable to speak. Her face was flushed with faint bruises, and she hit Beckâs arms desperately, causing a few wounds with her nails.
Beck seemed to be bewitched by something, and he didnât let go of her neck until her eyes rolled.
Jane was out of strength. She lay on the ground gasping for breath, looking at Beck in horror and dared not to scold him again.
Beck literally wanted to murder her just now. She could feel it.
Jane suddenly remembered what her father had told her earnestly before she got married.
He said Beck was very pretentious, which meant he was also very narrowâminded. She couldnât tear off his mask or hurt his inner feelings. Otherwise, Beck would get revenge on her ruthlessly.
At first, Jane didnât believe it. She had been with Beck for many years, yet they hardly quarreled. He was only mad at her once when she brought some people to block Lynn many years ago. But after that, he acted as if nothing had happened.
She thought Beck would never harm her until she realized just now how terrified he was. She was literally on the verge of death.
If Beck became desperate, he would do anything at all costs.
Jane flinched. She looked at Beckâs ruthless eyes and said tremblingly, âB... Beck, donât be angry; Iâm sorry. I just learned that Lynn is the daughter of the Green family, and I feared you would dump me. Iâve been with you for years, and I gave birth to Cherry. You... you know how much I love you. I was too jealous. Iâm sorry.â
Her eyes were terrified, and her tears fell tremblingly. She was terrified to the extreme.
Beck looked at her coldly for a long time and helped her up. His eyes were gentle again. âOkay. Donât say that again. Does it hurt?â
He tried to touch the scar on Janeâs neck, but she shivered away. Beckâs eyes darkened as he let go of her. âWhen Cherry comes back, ask her to meet me in the study.â
Then, he went upstairs.
Jane saw him walk away and breathed a sigh of relief. Beck was too terrifying, He was like a vicious snake, and he always seemed normal until he showed his poisonous fangs.
When Cherry came back, she had to tell Cherry not to mess with Beck.
Meanwhile, Cherry was visiting an art gallery in the city center with her friends.
They all wore elegant dresses, and they seemed like a painting while standing together.
Cherry looked at the exhibits, and her heart was full of irritability.
She knew nothing about art nor the deeper meanings of all these paintings. However, her friends stared at these exhibits and commented from time to time, which made her force a smile and nodded to agree with them.
If she were what she used to be, she would never hang out with these people. However, her family had fallen to the bottom, so she had to befriend these women.
The painting in front of her was more like a kidâs masterpiece. It was filled with black color and a few drops of white paint. She stared at it, and her thoughts gradually drifted away. In the morning, Mom said the Smith. Group came over to collect the default, and she wondered if her dad had dealt with them.
She was lost in thought when someone shouted from behind. âExcuse me, let us through. Excuse me!â
Cherry turned around subconsciously, but her movement was out of rage. She felt her shoulder bag swing and hit on something.
Then, she heard the sound of broken porcelain and the exclamation of her companions.
Cherry suddenly had a bad feeling.