Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 852: 257: True strength, the eyes are full of terror! _6
 

Seeing that it was Delia Frieman coming in, Rachel Barton couldn’t help but feel regret.

If she had known it was Delia Frieman, she would have left the room.

She really didn’t like Delia Frieman entering her room because every time she did, she had to disinfect the room.

Rachel lived in the biggest bedroom, so disinfecting the room was always a hassle.

However, Delia Frieman was already inside, and it was difficult to just kick her out – after all, she was her own sister.

“Sister.”

Rachel stood up from her chair and looked at Delia Frieman.

Delia Frieman looked worried, holding her mobile phone, “Rachel, have you seen Facebook? Viola is in trouble!”

Rachel replied with a smile, “Don’t worry, sister. As capable as Viola is, she’ll surely resolve the crisis.”

“But, no matter how capable Viola is, she’s still just an eighteen-year-old girl! What’re we gonna do now? It just isn’t fair; Viola is such a kind soul, why should she face such a situation!”

Delia Frieman was really worried.

Rachel Barton looked at Delia Frieman, “Sister, we’re ordinary people and powerless to help with this situation. We can only worry. But trust me, I believe that Viola has the ability to resolve this.”

Rachel’s words were reasonable, but Delia Frieman was still anxious, “But, Rachel, have you asked Viola about her situation? Is it serious?”

“Yes, I’ve asked. However, Viola is really busy now; we shouldn’t disturb her frequently.”

Although Rachel was also worried about Viola, she knew this concern was in vain.

Despite the fact that Rachel and Delia Frieman were quite normal people, they were virtually unable to help Viola tackle this kind of predicament, except for offering her words of consolation.

Delia Frieman nodded, “That’s good. How’s Viola holding up now? Let her keep calm and assure her that we’ll always support her no matter what.”

Rachel thought Delia Frieman’s words were somewhat redundant.

Also, Delia Frieman’s self-perception of herself in Viola’s life seemed to be overly inflated.

Unsurprisingly…

Viola already knew about Delia Frieman’s line of work and just chose not to expose it.

In Viola’s eyes, Delia Frieman was just a clown.

Viola certainly didn’t need the support of a streetwalker.

Regrettably…

Delia Frieman lacked any self-awareness.

Rachel wanted to point out the reality to Delia Frieman and to stop her from continuing this embarrassing behavior. But, after some deliberation, she held back.

If she’d spoken up, it wouldn’t have been good for anyone.

Rachel continued, “Sister, don’t worry. Viola is fine now; there’s nothing wrong with her. So, stop fretting. Don’t you have to work tomorrow? Make sure to rest. Otherwise, you won’t be able to wake up tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, and by the way, Rachel, I received a bonus today. Here you go.” Without saying much, Delia Frieman handed her an envelope full of cash.

It was more than six thousand.

Where others would have rewarded themselves with a nice dress, or a branded bag, only Delia Frieman would think about giving her entire bonus away to her little sister.

She had the same kind of love for Rachel that a mother has for her daughter.

Simultaneously, Rachel embodied all her aspirations for a better life.

As Rachel held the envelope that Frieman gave her, a heavy feeling washed over her. She was caught in a storm of emotions.

She didn’t know when she had become so degraded.

So degraded that she needed to depend on the earnings of a streetwalker.

However, at the same time, she knew very well that she desperately needed the money.

She really needed it.

“Thank you, sister.”

“Silly child,” Delia Frieman patted Rachel’s head, “I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Goodnight, sister.”

“Goodnight.”

After Delia Frieman left, Rachel disinfected her room meticulously as she used to.

She didn’t want to do this.

But she couldn’t stand it.

Whenever she thought about Delia Frieman being in her room, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Not long after…

Another day passed.

With Viola’s guidance, the Thompson Group, and all the businesses under Thompson Group, continued as usual without experiencing any stoppages.

All the executives continued their work.

They didn’t understand the meaning of continuing the operations, as they believed that bankruptcy for the Thompson Group was just a matter of time. Instead of waiting for it to happen, it felt better to sell off their stakes while they still had some value.

Were they…?

Fooling themselves?

However, the Thompson Group wasn’t declared bankrupt yet, and they were still its employees. So, all they could do was grumble quietly.

In the blink of an eye…

Three days passed.

Avery Pakes and Charles Clinton visited the Thompson Group.

Avery Pakes was arrogantly sitting in front of Sawyer Thompson. A triumphant smile was on his face, “Sawyer, three days have passed, and I have come to collect on Miss Thompson’s promise, where is she?”

Charles Clinton continued, “Sawyer, it’s important to evaluate a situation correctly. You are a smart man and should be able to comprehend the current situation. Instead of waiting for the Thompson Group to step by step head towards its demise, why not sell it off to us while it’s still valued. We all are well acquainted, and though Miss Thompson has offended Avery in the past, he is generous and definitely wouldn’t hold a grudge against a young lady.”

Sawyer Thompson looked at the two, his eyes half-lidded, “Dream on.”

Charles Clinton let out a laugh, “Sawyer, you need to be sensible. It’s the eleventh hour. If you behave well now, perhaps Avery might be pleased and offer you a higher price for your failing company!”

Avery Pakes was the current apple of Nako Garcia’s eye. His company was gradually making progress in the market of Country Polluton. At this stage, it was definitely beneficial to flatter Avery Pakes.

Just then…

Viola Thompson entered the room.

“Miss Thompson,” Avery Pakes looked at Viola, “the three-day deadline is up. I’m here to collect on your promise.”

Before Viola could speak…

The sudden sound of a ringing phone broke the silence in the room.

It was Avery Pakes’ private line.

Avery Pakes took out his mobile phone, looking at the caller ID. Seeing it was his secretary, the triumphant smile on his face grew accustomed to an even craftier expression. He intentionally raised his voice, “Hello, Lin, what’s up? Did Ms. Nako transfer that amount to us already?”

Not sure what Lin the secretary had said on the other end, but suddenly the color drained from Avery Pakes’ face, turning as white as a ghost, “What…?”

“Please, repeat that.”

Lin the secretary repeated his message from the other end of the phone.

The next second, as if someone had sucked all the strength out of Avery Pakes, he collapsed to the ground. Raising his head to look at Viola standing there, his eyes were filled with terror.