NovelGoldChapter 366 "Ms. Simpson, my little brother's started seeing this girl, and she says she won't marry him unless he drives a nice car. So... you know..." Freya didn't even bother to sugarcoat it this time; she got straight to the point- money.
Bridget felt the vein at her temple throb.
The Simpson family wasn't what it used to be anymore.
Ever since Rupert pulled his investment, Simpson Holdings had been circling the drain. She'd tried to convince her father to put money into the Carmichael Group, but that had gone down like a lead balloon-they lost everything.
In Mountain City, Charles and Steven had seen how Rupert doted on her, and tried to curry favor-slipping her little "gifts" here and there. She'd sent every penny hto patch up the financial holes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe'd thought everything would work out. Who could have guessed Charles and Steven would end up behind bars? Now Rupert was auditing the accounts, and she'd had to return every cent.
Simpson Holdings was just a house of cards now. Otherwise, why would she have timed her pregnancy so carefully? And on top of that, she still had to deal with Freya, the leech.
"What do you think I am, Freya? An ATM?" "Oh, con, Ms. Simpson, don't be like that. We're best friends, aren't we? We tell each other everything," Freya replied, her tone sweet as syrup but with an edge Bridget recognized all too well.
"Freya! I'm not giving you any more money!" Bridget hung up as hard as she could, but it wasn't long before a message popped up on her phone.
It was a photo. As soon as she opened it, Bridget's face went ashen.
She cursed Freya over and over, dialing Caleb's number again and again. But Caleb never picked up.
Bridget was coming apart at the seams, a wave of suffocating panic pressing down on her.
It was a long tbefore she managed to calm herself. She stared at the thin sliver of moonlight outside her window, her eyes hardening with resolve.
"I'll give you triple-if you do one thing for me." "Deal." On her way home, Sylvia got a call from Eloise's phone, but it wasn't Eloise's voice on the line. It was the bartender.
"Hey, are you her friend? She's had a bit too much to drink. Could you cpick her up?" "Of course. Can you tellthe address?" After he gave her directions, the bartender added, "Our place is kind of tucked away, and the sign's hard to spot. I'll wait for you outside." "Thanks so much," Sylvia replied, and called a cab.
She hurried up to the bar, juggling a tote full of clothes, but the bag's handle snapped just as she reached the bartender.
He bent down to help her gather her things. "Here, lettake that. Go help your friend-I know where her car is parked." "Thanks, I really appreciate it." Sylvia handed over her bags and followed him inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was a tiny basement bar, all dark wood and retro decor, like something out of a Bruce Springsteen song.
Eloise was slumped over a small round table, mumbling into her empty glass, "Why do they treatlike this? What did I do wrong?" Sylvia was stunned for a moment. Eloise always seemed so carefree at work- she never thought her friend was still haunted by her divorce.
She'd heard from colleagues that Eloise's ex-husband didn't want kids, so Eloise had given Xipon having a family. Now, even if she wanted children, she was considered a high-risk pregnancy. Sylvia gently touched her shoulder. "Ms. Eloise, lettake you home."
Eloise blinked up at her, managing a crooked smile, then gestured at the bar. "We used to cto płaces like this all the time, to relive our glory days. I haven't changed, so why did he?"
"How can someone say he loves you, and then go off with someone else?" "What was our whole past worth? In the end, I've got nothing. And now I have to let that woman waltz into my life and humiliate me?" Sylvia hesitated, then asked gently, "Ms. Eloise... did Christine show up again?" Eloise, eyes glassy, fumbled for her phone and opened a message from an unknown number.
"Ms. Eloise, thank you for stepping aside. Soon we'll be a happy family of three!" Attached was a photo-Christine and Eloise's ex-husband at their wedding, Christine's baby bump. front and center, Eloise's ex-husband beaming as he cradled her stomach.
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