Chapter 72

"Mr. Maskelyne, he is already downstairs."

Hearing this, Franklin stared at Jasper coldly. "Do you need me to

teach you what to do?"

The voice sounded like a death charm in Jasper's ears. He was

shocked and quickly said, "I will go now!"

In an instant!

A horrifying scream came from downstairs.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The two waiters were rolling on the ground in pain.

Blood flowed out from their wounds.

One of them had his arm chopped off! The arm was thrown to the

ground, and his fingers were still trembling.

"Are you going to tell or not?" Jasper said coldly.

“It's a woman. A woman wearing a mask gave us two hundred

thousand!" one of them cried as he lay on the ground.

"OK, we'll tell you everything."

"She said that as long as we give the whisky to Miss Andrews, she will

give us another two hundred thousand!"

"She said that this medicine is particularly strong. If Miss Andrews does

not get the antidote in time, she will become a sex apathy woman for

the rest of her life! She will not be interested in sex at all.”

"Ah! I don't dare to lie. I really don't dare!"

"She gave us cash, not a bank card!"

"Where did that woman trade with you?" Jasper asked, kicking them a

few more times.

"Restroom! Restroom! Restroom on the second floor of the hotel.”

"Take them down and check the surveillance cameras near the

restroom!" Jasper said to his subordinates.

Even though Franklin was sitting in the bedroom, he could clearly hear

everything downstairs.

Especially when he heard that the target was actually Sylvia, he was

shocked.

He had a deep understanding of how strong the medicinal effect last

night was.

If it was on Sylvia, she probably would not be able to withstand it!

The mastermind was truly hateful. Her ultimate goal was to make Sylvia

sexual apathy!

If it was achieved, it meant that she would never have any sexual

desire in the future!

Anger surged in his chest. He wanted to find out who the mastermind

was!

This person even dared to harm his woman!

Sylvia did not go back to Pearlhall Villa. She went straight back to her

small apartment. The location of the apartment was very remote and far

from the city.

However, the environment of the neighborhood was good. It was near

the lake. She had always liked such places.

Standing on the balcony, one could see the clean surface of the lake.

There were some sailboats on the surface of the lake, reflecting the

blue sky and white clouds. This feeling would allow one's mind to

broaden.

At this time, she was standing on the balcony of the apartment on the

eighteenth floor, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, silently tasting

it.

The bite marks on her neck were still clear.

But it did not affect her mood at this time.

At this moment, her phone rang. She raised her eyebrows and looked

at the strange number on it.

She hesitated for a moment before picking it up. "Hello."

"Miss Andrews? Hello, I am Winter, the president of the Wilson

philanthropic foundation.” Winter's gentle voice sounded, and there

seemed to be a hint of a sneer in her voice.

She thought that calling a woman who relied on a man like Sylvia was a

form of self-deprecation.

She did so because Sylvia had hit on Paul and Logan, the two super-

rich men, and also had a connection with that mysterious Master

Keturah

Otherwise, how could she care about this kind of woman? She had

always boasted of being a strong independent woman, and she had

always looked down on women who relied on men.

"Miss Andrews, are you listening?" She suppressed the disdain inside

and asked in a gentle tone.

"Mrs. Wilson, what's the matter?" Sylvia asked casually as she shook

the wine glass in her hand.

"Our foundation is holding a gathering recently and we want to invite

you to join us. Do you have time?" Winter asked.

"Didn't I just attend Wilson charity dinner a few days ago?" Sylvia said

indifferently.

Wilson Group?

She was just interested in this company.

"Well, thank you for your kind invitation. I will be on time."

As soon as the call ended, Otto called, "Sylvia, when will you go with

me to meet Mr. Wilson? The old Wilson's illness has been deteriorating

recently. Your reputation is so great. You can definitely cure him."

"When did I promise you to meet Clark?" Sylvia sneered.

Otto was still so confident. What made him so confident?

"Didn't you say it when you went home last time? You know that... My

good daughter, please save me. You can't just watch the Andrews

family collapse, can you? Your grandma needs to live on our family

business!" Otto's voice softened.

"Don't drag my grandma into this. I suggest you should not get involved

in the Wilson family's affairs," Sylvia said coldly.

"How can you talk to me like that? Don't forget, I am your dad!" Otto

was also a little angry.

Condescending to beg his daughter made him very unhappy. “Tammy

is much better than you. She comes to see me every day. What about

you? Huh? Pissing me off all the time. Just tell me. Are you going to

treat the old Wilson or not?"

“If I don't go, what will you do?"

"Then I may not be able to ensure your grandmother will be safe and

sound! I heard that in this hot weather, it is very easy for old people to

get sick," Otto said coldly. "You don't have to treat the old Wilson, but

you won't be that heartless to leave your grandmother alone, right?"

"Otto, how come I never knew that you were so shameless?" Sylvia

suddenly felt a surge of anger in her chest. He even could hurt his own

mother. How was this man her father?

The anger and helplessness made her feel so uncomfortable.

She had proposed to take her grandmother away from Andrews

Residence several times, but her grandmother just refused to go with

her.

She didn't want to force her grandma.

She did not expect her grandma to become a bargaining chip for Otto

to constantly threaten her.

It would be fine if he was hurting a stranger, but that was her blood

relative.

She could not cut her grandma out of her life.

"Sylvia, don't blame me. You forced me to do this. I begged you kindly.

If you don't agree, of course, I have to use some extreme measures."

Otto heard Sylvia's anger and said proudly, "Don’t be unappreciative.

Tonight, I will invite Mr. Wilson home. You better come on time."

After that, Otto hung up the phone.

Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger.

“Clark, you are looking for trouble.’

“Very well then."

Six o'clock in the evening.

Sylvia arrived at Andrews Residence on time.

Looking at the setting sun, Sylvia retracted her gaze and looked at

Andrews Residence's gate.

There was a black Mercedes-Benz parked outside. Obviously, it was

Clark's car.

She did not expect that Clark would come so early.

She grabbed her bag, stepped into Andrews Residences courtyard,

and walked all the way to the living room.

As soon as she entered, she saw a lazy and feminine man on the sofa.

The man had a charming face, and his long and narrow eyes were

slightly raised. A trace of flirtatiousness flowed out of the corners of his

eyes.

Tammy looked up at Clark like a fan of his, and with a shy face, she

brought a bowl of creamy chicken soup to Clark, "Mr. Wilson, I

personally cooked this. Have a taste."

"Get it away from me. I don't like creamy food." Clark's feminine and

handsome face was suffused with a trace of gloominess as he stared

coldly at Tammy.

The fawning smile on Tammy's face immediately froze. She said a little

bit hesitantly, “Mr. Wilson, I just wanted to show you my cooking skills."

"Take it away! I don't need it." Clark sneered.

Tammy felt wronged and uncomfortable. With a scarlet red face, she

said. "My apologies, Mr. Wilson."

Sylvia stood at the door and looked at this scene. She felt that it was a

little funny.

It was obvious that Tammy kissed the wrong ass.

She wanted to show her good traits as a gentlewoman to Mr. Wilson,

but...

She couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Clark coldly. "Mr. Wilson, we

meet again."

Clark heard a crispy and familiar voice.

He suddenly looked towards the door and saw Sylvia's lovely face

without makeup, and she was looking at him and Tammy with a smile

on her face.

However, the woman looked frivolous as if she was enjoying the show.

It was her!