The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 161

Despite the fact that his stomach was a tight knot of anticipation and anxiety, Derek was a picture of calm and

composure as he sat with his parents in their living room the following day.

He glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until Michael would arrive. They were waiting for him so

they could tell him about Sandra's plan, as they had agreed the previous evening.

As Derek sat there, his thoughts raced with plans for his meeting with Sandras hitman. Since they had cloned her

SIM, getting his number had been easy, and they had sent a text to him using the SIM and asked to meet at a

discreet location by noon.

He needed to finish up with Michael quickly so he could meet the hitman at noon since it was almost 10 a.m.

already.

His thoughts were interrupted, and he exchanged a glance with both his parents when they received an alert

from the monitor at the gate that a car was entering the premises.

‘This is it, Derek thought as he readied his mind to face Michael.

Neither of them made any move to get the door since Michael was family and had unrestricted access to the

house. But that was going to change in a couple of minutes.

Outside the house, as Michael parked his car, his gaze fell on Derek's car, and he couldn't help wondering why

Derek was also there that morning.

Although Derek had every right to be there, he couldn't shake off the feeling that Derek's presence had

something to do with the reason his aunt had asked him to join them for breakfast.

Perhaps they wanted to tell him about Derek's plan to propose to Sandra, he thought, and then smiled with

approval. But then, his smile faltered when he recalled Sandra's suggestion of getting rid of Evelyn before then.

Could he still let Derek marry Sandra, or should he probably do something and stop it all? Sandra had become

too ambitious and vicious for his liking, and he wasn't sure he could trust her to uphold her end of the deal after

marriage to Derek.

He sighed deeply and shoved the thoughts aside, deciding to think about it more deeply later. He plastered a

smile on his face as he opened the door and walked into the house.

He smiled broadly when he saw them all in the living room, and he greeted Derek's parents politely before

turning to Derek

"Hey, man. What's up?" he greeted, but neither Derek nor his parents responded to the greeting.

There was no reason for them to put up a show anymore when they had invited him over to let him know that

they knew all he was up to.

"Sit down, Michael," Derek's mother said in an authoritative tone that took Michael aback.

His aunt and uncle were always happy to see him, and they never spoke with him in such a tone. What could be

wrong, he mused as he took the seat she gestured at.

For sreason, he felt like he was sitting on a hot seat, and all three pairs of eyes settled on him and followed

his movement.

"Is there a problem, aunt? Did | do something wrong?" He asked, looking from Derek to his aunt since he knew

that she favored him like a son.

"Why would you ask that? Did you do something wrong?" Derek's father asked, and Michael laughed awkwardly

and shook his head.

"No, | didn't. It's just that no one is smiling. The atmosphere here seems tense. Did something happen?" Michael

asked, and Rebecca exchanged a glance with her husband and then Derek.

When they both gave her a nod, she leaned forward in her seat,

"How well do you know Sandra?" she asked, and Michael's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Sandra's

name.

He wondered why his aunt was suddenly asking him about how well he knew Sandra. Did Sandra probably do or

say something?

Or was his aunt asking because of the proposal plan? Or was it in any way related to the hotel incident? Did

somebody see Sandra going in or leaving his house? Michaels mind raced with questions.

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he cleared his throat.

"We've been friends for years. So, | guess | know her well enough," he said, trying hard to hide his anxiety. Derek

leaned in his expression grave. "Really? Are you sure about that?" he asked, holding Michael's gaze.

Why was Derek asking if he was sure? What was going on?

Unease washed over him, but he nodded. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Derek's father spoke before

he could say anything more.

"Michael, there's something we want you to listen to since you're so sure you know Sandra so well," he said, and

Michael's heart dropped.

Did Evelyn make another recording of Sandra? Was it something very incriminating that would get him in

trouble?

"What is it? Did Sandra do something wrong?" Michael's stomach churned as he braced himself for whatever

they wanted him to listen to. Though he didn't know what it was, he was certain it wouldn't be good.

If it were, they wouldn't have started by asking him how well he knew Sandra. He watched anxiously as Derek

pulled out a phone from his pocket and tapped on the screen.

The room fell silent as the recording of Sandra ordering the hitmen to get rid of him and Evelyn played.

Michael's heart dropped into his stomach, a cold rush of fear flooding his veins as he listened. The world around

him blurred, and he struggled to keep his expression neutral. Sandra wanted to get rid of him, too? Just how evil

could she be?

He mused before glancing at Derek, "What's going on? Is that Sandra's voice? Why does she want to get rid of

me? Why would she want to hurt her sister? How did you even get that?" Michael asked, his head spinning as he

struggled to make sense of what he had just heard. "Really, Mike? You don't know why she wants to kill you?"

Derek's mother asked, and Michael glanced at her and then at her husband before returning his gaze to Derek.

Something about the way they were all staring at him made him feel like they had figured everything out

already. Michael felt the walls closing in on him as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and back despite the

cool temperature of the room. How did they get the recording of the conversation? Was it through the Hitman's

phone? Or was it through Sandra's phone? If it was through Sandra's phone, when did they start monitoring her?

And why? Did that mean they probably had a recording of his conversations with her?

These questions swirled in his head as he tried to look for a perfect excuse for Sandra to possibly want to kill

him.

"We don't have all day, Mike, Derek snapped impatiently.

Michael took a deep breath, deciding that this was his chance to put everything on Sandra. "I'm sorry for keeping

this from you and not telling you sooner. | swear | was going to tell you, but I didn't know how to go about it.

Sandra tried to seduce me..." "For God's sake, Michael! Cut the act already!" Derek's voice erupted, anger

spilling over. "We know everything!"