“Because she hurt Caroline,” Blanca said without hesitation.
“But to be fair, Caroline did provoke Paige back then,”
Beinice said. To be honest, even back then when Rachel was working for the Folsom family, he couldn’t stand what the girl did.
Now that he knows Rachel is his daughter, naturally he blames what the child did on himself for losing her. It’s his fault, and he feels for Rachel’s injuries, but for Paige, he doesn’t feel the need to kill her.
Upon hearing this, Blanca looked at Beinice and smiled, “You are still a magnanimous person. If it were my daughter, I wouldn’t care if she was right or wrong, as long as someone dares to touch her, I will definitely return it a thousand times over.”
What is killing someone?
Beinice looked at her steadily after hearing this, “Do you miss Marian?”
“No,” Blanca turned her face away, looking at the fine snow in the night, her voice cold, “I know she is already dead.”
“If you had truly accepted this fact, you would not have remained single for so many years,” Beinice said, looking at her with compassion in her eyes.
Blanca was already in her forties, but she still looked young and bright. She had been wandering the world for many years, and there had been plenty of men who had admired her, but she had always remained single.
“I am single because I want to focus on completing the Folsom family’s great undertaking,”
Blanca said coldly, turning to face the snow under the night sky. “The current situation is that Paige and Enrico’s deaths are in the best interests of our Folsom family. The old man is getting senile, so don’t follow his lead.”
Every time she mentioned Marian, she changed the subject.
She didn’t mention the pain of losing her daughter, didn’t shed a tear, and was as cold and hard as a stubborn stone.
Beinice shook his head, “You, just keep talking tough.”
“I’m not being tough,” Blanca denied.
“…”
Beinice didn’t know what to say either, so he patted her on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Blanca didn’t stop him. She heard the door close behind him, leaned out onto the balcony, and once again took the good luck charm out of her pocket. She looked at it quietly, almost obsessively.
…
Paige didn’t realize that the Folsom family manor had a private prison cell.
It was surrounded by white walls on three sides and had a cold metal railing on the other side, just like a prison cell.
Naturally, there was no heating in the private prison, so it was freezing cold as soon as you spent any length of time there.
Brangelina followed Paige into the room and was now sitting on the wooden bed, which was not heated, shivering.
“You can go outside,” Paige said, looking at her face, which was turning purple.
“No!” Brangelina hugged herself tightly and looked up at her stubbornly, “I want to be with you, sister, I want to protect you.”
“…”
Paige looked at her in silence, then reached out and took off her overcoat, walking over to drape it over her.
“No, Blanca, you wear it yourself, it’s so cold,” Brangelina shook her head desperately.
“It’s okay, I’m young, I can handle the cold,” Paige smiled faintly and wrapped the overcoat around her a little tighter.
“Blanca!” Brangelina suddenly grabbed her hand, ‘What’s wrong with you? Does it hurt?’
Paige’s palm was covered in dried blood stains. The wound had stopped bleeding, but the skin had turned a little outward, and the flesh on the inside could be seen, which was shocking to look at.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” said Paige, withdrawing her hand and telling her, “You should rest for a while.”
Paige sat down next to Brangelina and took out her phone to check the time.
The Folsom family had locked her up without searching her because the signal was blocked in the private prison, and the door locks were all specially made, so there was no way to escape or send out a distress signal.
It was now ten o’clock at night.
It was still a bit early.
Today Rachel returned to the Folsom family, and everyone in the Folsom family was very happy, so a banquet was definitely necessary, and it would not be deserted for a while.
The best time to escape would be at midnight. At that time, it would be dark and difficult to navigate, and people’s mental willpower would be at its weakest.
There were still two hours to go.
What should she do?
Paige sat on the wooden bed, looked down at the scars on the palm of her hand, and her gaze hardened.
She wanted to hear Enrico’s voice.
Very much so.
Then listen.
Paige got up, stood up, and walked to the railing to take a look outside.
A few bodyguards were watching the private cell, but since the temperature inside was so low, they didn’t bother keeping watch and were all huddled together by a small heater.
It was a little far from her.
Seeing this, Paige let out a sigh of relief, walked to the inner corner, sat down on a small round stool, and then looked down to feel the leather boots she was wearing.
She deftly removed two decorations from the top, which looked like diamond products and sparkled.
Brangelina tilted her head to look at her, and saw Paige twisting the two ornaments left and right, up and down, and then heard a small sound of “click”, and the two small objects combined into something she couldn’t understand.
Brangelina’s eyes widened in surprise.
“This is high-tech anti-signal blocking.”
Paige didn’t care if she understood or not, and simply explained, pasting the small object onto the back of her phone, and then looking at the phone screen, the signal did indeed come in.
It has to be said, Enrico’s black technology is a bit much.
This was one of the 24 gifts he gave her, and at the time she didn’t think she could use it, thinking he was just showing off that he had mastered the world’s top technology. But this time, she used it.
Paige sat on the round stool and dialed the phone to make the call.
In Country A, on the huge apron, a private jet was quietly parked there.
Many bodyguards carried suitcases onto the plane, all of them looking serious and on full alert.
Jaden instructed everyone not to leave anything behind, then turned around and saw Enrico standing not far away. He was dressed in a dark overcoat, tall and leggy, with an aura that isolated him from others. His eyes stared coldly at the people as they carried things, as if he was dissatisfied with the speed.
Jaden opened a nearby box, which was full of everything from sniper rifles to pistols, with enough bullets to go around.
He closed the case, locked it, picked it up and walked over to Enrico, “Boss, actually, the lady may not be in Country D.”
Since the last conversation, Mr. Gustin had followed the clue that Paige was in a country with heavy snowfall, and searched all over the world, checking out a number of countries, including Country D.
In Country D, someone from the Folsom family had had financial dealings with Artisans before, so Mr. Gustin decided to go to Country D first to investigate.
To ensure Paige’s safety and not alert the Folsom family, Mr. Gustin’s whereabouts were kept very secret. Even this private jet was not registered under the Gustin Group.
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do,” Enrico coldly glared at him and reached out to take the heavy suitcase.
“But Miss also hopes that you can stay in Country A to take charge,” Jaden added.
He was thinking that if he gambled wrong and Paige was not in Country D, it would be a waste of time to go back and forth.
Especially since the boss only had one month to live. Although the report looked good, who knew if the illness would suddenly worsen on the way.
The boss had not allowed him to go with him, so it was impossible to say that he was not worried.