Chapter 209-2

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Fiona? Patrick’s mind raced to recall who that was. Ah,

right, the one David had personally taken care of. He knew

there were rumors she was still breathing, but he couldn’t

exactly say that out loud. It needed some beautifying.

“Tara, don’t worry. Mr. Charrington wouldn’t just take

anyone’s life. This is a lawful society. He’s just not in the

office today, and I can’t release anyone without

permission."

Tara’s suspicions about Fiona were clear, but Polly, who

had been nearby, also heard the conversation and now had

anew plan.

“Aleight. I get it," Tara said.

Blackpool Village, no signal, no way for David to reach out

for help—this was her chance.

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If David could die there, then her Sebastian could take his

place. Her status would skyrocket, and all those rich wives

who looked down on her would have to start bowing. Then,

they’d only be looking up at her.

She needed to send more skilled people. David should end

up like his dead mother, wiped out. Anyone who got in

Polly’s way would be dealt with, one by one.

At this point, Polly had completely forgotten she came to

the old mansion to plead for Fiona.

“Tara, Polly!" Logan’s loud voice snapped her back to

reality.

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Startled, Polly-glinked and quickly

recovered, {géeing a smile. "Mom,

Dad, I understand. Since David’s nat

around, .lét’s leave Fiona at Nathar

Palac for a few days. I believer

Davicwon’t harm her. You’veyeally

been a lot of trouble for yor"

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Whether David would harm Fiona or not, one thing was

certain—he was running out of time.

"Alright," Tara responded, not suspecting anything.

“Mom, Dad, I’ve got to run now. I’ve got some other

business." Polly quickly grabbed her bag and headed out.

This time, she’d plan carefully and make sure everything

was foolproof.

In the car, Polly made a call. "It’s me. David’s at Blackpool

Village. No signal there. He won’t have any way to call for

help. I need you to send more professionals. After it’s done,

I’ll pay you three million dollars."

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"Three million? Is that all David’s

worth to you@You know he’s always

surrounded\by top-tier mercenaries.

There arg at least ten of them wit?

him whenever he travels. ThreeX’

milli on’t even cover the cast of

hiriag decent people. If youwant

Him gone, the price is thirty-five

million."

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"Thirty-five million?" Polly’s heart sank. She could afford it,

but spending so much on that little bastard seemed like a

waste.

“You don’t want it? There’s a bounty of one hundred fifty

million on his head. Three million is nothing compared to

that."

Polly clenched her teeth. "Fine, thirty-five million, but you’d

better make sure he’s dead. If he dies, I’ll throw in an extra

six and a half million.”

This was a major investment. Despite her position in the

Charrington family, she had a name but no real power. This

thirty-five million would practically drain her savings.

“Pay fifty percent upfront."

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“What if you take the money and run, or you fail to kill

him?" Polly hesitated. She’d dealt with these people before,

but this amount of money still stung.

“We’ve done business before. If you’re not willing, then

forget it. This is our standard deal."

Polly didn’t want to ruin things with them. "Alright, I’ll call

you later. Make sure you get the job done."

"Once the money’s in, we’ll act."

"Fine." Polly hung up the phone.

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She’d sent assassins before, but

David alwaysgmanaged to stay

unharmed. that brat was tough. The

Nathor Ralace was like a we

fortress*-getting someone in was

near, possible. Every atterapt

hacFailed miserably, and thépeople

gent to do it had met horrible ends.

Thinking about those failures only made Polly more fearful

of David. But with him around, his son would never have a

chance to rise up.