“I don’t want it to end like this…” Mr. Whitlock was dripping with cold sweat, his legs wobbling. He stared blankly at his phone on the ground, wanting to bend down and pick it up, but his legs gave out, and he ended up kneeling on the ground.
Like a Parkinson’s patient, he trembled as he picked up the phone and dialed Elisa’s number.
“Elisa, quickly delete the tweet you posted for me, or I swear I’ll make you regret it!” He had lost his composure.
“Mr. Whitlock, you are now a fallen man. What power do you have to make me regret anything?”
Sure enough, it was all connected to her! Now, no matter how much he said, it was useless. Whether it was threats or begging for mercy, Elisa had directly presented the evidence of his crimes to the public, making it clear that he wouldn’t be able to turn the situation around.
Mr. Whitlock sneered, “Elisa, do you understand the principle of not forgetting the source of the water you drink? Don’t think just because you’ve climbed high, I won’t dare to do anything to you. If I end up in prison, the first person I’ll deal with when I get out will be you.”
A contemptuous and mocking laugh came through the phone, filled with disdain and insult, not very damaging but incredibly insulting.
“Is that source even worthy of being called water? It’s more like a stinking ditch,” Elisa said. “Let me give you some advice: instead of thinking about what to do after you get out of prison, you should think about how to stay safe in prison. The kind of crime you’ve committed determines the kind of prison you’ll end up in, Mr. Whitlock. Do I need to remind you that all sorts of people are in prison, and long-term bullying, losing limbs, and being attacked are all commonplace.”
Mr. Whitlock’s face turned pale with shock, grinding his teeth. “You…”
“No need to be surprised. You should understand the law of the jungle better than me.”
Mr. Whitlock was not a good person. He had made his first fortune by running an economic company, which wasn’t exactly clean. There were always a few disobedient people in a company, and coercion and intimidation were common. Additionally, Mr. Whitlock was lecherous, and many innocent girls fell into his hands. For the sake of money and power, he spared no means, and pimping was commonplace, just as Thomas once said: “She” used to introduce Finn as a pimp.
The Powell family had a much higher status in the past. When Elisa took over the Powell family’s business, she encountered far more troubles than this tricky situation with Mr. Whitlock.
In her eyes, Mr. Whitlock was nothing more than a jumping grasshopper. He effortlessly acquired X Entertainment with minimal investment, and most of his time was spent gathering evidence.
This was just the first step. From the beginning, Elisa’s revenge was for “Aoife.” She never intended to let anyone here off the hook: the company’s CEO, Thomas the agent, Lorelei, and others.
Mimi’s death had awakened her. Her methods had been too weak. From the start, she should have chosen to fight fire with fire, not giving them any opportunity to strike back.
Mr. Whitlock’s fate should be to die in prison. However, before going to prison, he might struggle in vain for revenge. If he couldn’t retaliate against Elisa, he would vent all his resentment on Thomas, who had let something slip.
As for Lorelei, she needed to endure all the pain that Mimi had suffered.
It seemed that Lorelei enjoyed ruining important things for others. Did she deserve to be treated with her own methods?
Mr. Whitlock said with difficulty, “Elisa, I underestimated you before.”
Just five minutes ago, he had always thought Elisa was weak and easily bullied, that even if she struggled to the death, she wouldn’t make much of a splash. The company could easily use her, make her a scapegoat, and exploit all her value.
“It’s okay. Keep your eyes wide open from now on. This is just the beginning.”
The call was abruptly ended by the other party. Mr. Whitlock felt like a frog with its bones removed, completely limp on the ground, looking at the various expressions in the room.
There was fear, unease, and dread. His entire brain was buzzing, and the expressions of these people all seemed to be mocking him. He propped himself up, suddenly overturned the vase on the table.
“Get out of here!”
Those people didn’t move an inch. The person at the front hesitated for a while before asking, “Mr. Whitlock, now that the company has been acquired and is gone, who should we look to for our salaries? It’s almost the end of the month, and we can’t just work for nothing, can we?”
“I’ll pay you nothing! Get out of here, do you want me to burn some paper money for you?” Mr. Whitlock exploded in anger. He was now in a state of impotent rage, not yet satisfied. Outside, the sound of police sirens suddenly blared, and his flushed face turned pale.
The vice president was quick on his feet, as if he had oil on the soles of his shoes, pushing the people in front of him to run outside. But before they could escape, they were intercepted by the police.
As for Mr. Whitlock, he had completely given up. He watched as the police put handcuffs on him.
“Please come with us to assist in the investigation.” Almost the entire company was taken away, about fifty or sixty people in total. It was a bustling scene, and reporters were broadcasting live outside the door.
From now on, X Entertainment would have a completely new CEO, as it became the first company acquired by Elisa, a beautiful victory for her.
This incident also caught the attention of the business world: “A. W.” Group effortlessly acquired an entertainment company with a solid foundation in a short amount of time.