NovelEnglishAfter the altercation, Beverley just sat there, feeling like she was about to explode. Her husband had just given
her a piece of his mind, and now her son was piling on. It felt like too much. "You guys, really? It's all landing on
"Fine, leave then-everyone just leave never cback-"
"My husband, he yells at me; my son, he's ungrateful; my grandkids, don't even getstarted. Did | walk under
a ladder in a past life or something? Why me?!" Having vented, Beverley collapsed onto the couch, drained.
But there was still the matter at hand to deal with.
She took a deep breath and asked the butler to find Maisie's contact information.
Soon enough, she had a phone number.
Beverley took another deep breath and dialed...
"Yeah? Who's this?" Maisie was already on edge, having sent out all those messages without a peep of response.
"Mrs. Lee, hello, this is Beverley."
Maisie's mood instantly shifted at the sound of Beverley's voice, her irritation and anxiety melting away.
"Oh-" Maisie's tone was suddenly aloof, "What can | do for you?"
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Thinking there was no response to her messages? And yet, here was Beverley, calling her up.
Looks like the video worked after all!
"We need to talk," Beverley cut to the chase.
Maisie glanced at her son, "Talk about what? Is there something we need to discuss?"
Beverley was fuming, "What's with the act? You stirred up all this trouble for what, money?"
Maisie's eyes darted, "Hey now, don't twist my words. I'm just trying to get sjustice for my daughter. How
did it becabout money in your eyes?" "Spare me!" Beverley scoffed.
Maisie clenched her teeth, "I'd watch how you talk toif | were you. You're the one needing a favor here,
remember your place!"
"Cut the nonsense, how much do
you want? Let's just get this over
with, like throwing a bone to a beggar. My family donates to charity every year, your little sum won't
make a difference."
Beggar? Charity?
Maisie couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. Initially, she did plan to nher price, but Beverley's
patronizing tone was just too much.
She suddenly decided to change her
proach, "Who's in a hurry now?e
Weren't you the one who wanted
run us over a few days ago? book who's calling who now?"
Maisie was indeed after compensation, but she wanted to make Beverley squirm first, to get back at her for all
the disrespect.
Beverley cursed under her breath,
tempted to just hang up. Yet, recalling Naylor's warning, she took a deep breath, wishing Maisie would just take
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"Why bother with all this? Just nyour price!"
Maisie could hear Beverley's impatience and disgust, but she wasn't ready to make it easy.
"What's the rush? Don't you think you owean apology first?"
Beverley clenched her teeth, fine, she'd play along.
"It was all my driver's fault last time. He's the one who didn't see you, I'll fire him for that."
Maisie snorted, "And what good will that do? You can't think that's enough. Money alone won't fix this."
"What else do you want?!" Beverley was at her wit's end.
Maisie replied casually, "You need to show sgenuine sincerity, Mrs. Sherwood."
A chill ran down Beverley's spine.
She had a bad feeling about where this was going.
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