“Ms. Hussain, these are my conditions.”
“But the final decision rests with Flynn. You should discuss it with him.”
“My patience is limited. I need results by tonight, or I won’t wait any longer!”
Rose Sharp’s icy voice echoed.
At that moment, she felt like a villain, determined to push Lilia Hussain to her limits. But she relished that feeling.
Though Braiden Swanson was the main culprit behind her family’s downfall, with Lilia Hussain associating with him, the Hussain family deserved every bit of their fate.
Leaving the final decision to Flynn was already a generous act.
After hearing Rose Sharp’s words, Lilia Hussain remained silent, drained of energy. She felt empty, unable to utter even a single word. At that moment, all she wanted was to kill herself.
But would death solve anything?
“Flynn, I want to drink,” Rose Sharp said, gazing northwest.
Her voice quivered slightly.
The northwest was where Deer Summit lay.
That was where Tinley Stevens and Kevin Sharp were buried.
Today’s scene felt surreal, as Rose Sharp had dreamed of it countless times before. Yet, now that it was happening, it felt almost unreal.
After all, it had only been three months!
Braiden Swanson was dead, and the Swanson Group was buried in debt, destined to be enslaved forever.
Lilia Hussain had also received her due punishment.
Even the Slatin family suffered significant losses, amounting to hundreds of millions.
She hadn’t spent a dime. Flynn had taken care of everything, reclaiming everything that rightfully belonged to her and expanding her business further.
She believed it wouldn’t be long before she graced the cover of Fortune magazine, drawing countless interviews.
All of this was thanks to Flynn’s effort, and she had no way to repay him. All she could do was support him for the rest of her life, even if it meant going against the world.
“Alright! What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Flynn wrapped his arm around Rose Sharp’s waist and led her to the car.
He had been looking forward to this drink for three months!
Lilia Hussain watched their departing figures, attempting to stand but failing repeatedly.
A massive business alliance worth over two hundred billion fell apart under her leadership.
The repercussions of this event were profound, so profound that even ten years later, she would still be remembered as a failure, a topic for others to discuss.
A person as proud as Lilia Hussain couldn’t bear that.
But she knew there was nothing she could do.
“Grandpa, I failed. Flynn is too powerful…” Lilia Hussain dialed Markus Hussain’s number, her eyes vacant and helpless.
Tears streamed down her face as she cried inconsolably, nearly losing consciousness.
After the battle, Crystal Bay House villa had become a wasteland.
Walls had collapsed, and debris scattered everywhere.
It resembled the aftermath of a catastrophic earthquake.
Beside her lay the lifeless body of Frederick Powell.
The fate of Crystal Bay House mirrored that of the Hussain family!
“What? Flynn is a Greater Sovereign?”
“How can this be…”
As this realization hit, silence enveloped the phone call, stretching for what felt like an eternity for Lilia Hussain.
She could imagine her grandfather’s expression-shock, fear, despair, confusion, and helplessness.
Not just him. Lilia Hussain only realized that for the past three months, she had been fighting against a deity!
Finally, after a long sigh, Markus Hussain spoke in a weary voice, “In that case, accept our fate. The tide cannot be reversed!”
“Take care of yourself, my child. The other forces in the alliance won’t let you off easily.”
What else could he say?
Now that things had come to this, what difference would it make if he were to punish his granddaughter?
The Hussain family was finished!
“Grandpa, I’m sorry, I let you and the Hussain family down…” After hanging up, Lilia Hussain could no longer hold back, bursting into tears.
“Ah-”
“I regret it! I shouldn’t have gotten involved! Can I have another chance, boohoo…”
“I should have listened to Layla Woods, not stubbornly insisted on my way. I was wrong…”
Lilia Hussain howled at the sky, her cries piercing and desperate, her heart aching like it was being pricked by needles.
She had let everyone down.
Including herself.
At that moment, a phone rang from Frederick Powell’s body.
Lilia Hussain crawled over to him, fumbling in his pockets for his phone.
It was probably a servant from the Powell family.
But when she answered, she heard Madeline Kaur’s voice.
“Mr. Powell, did you receive the two hundred million transfer, right?”
“I just repaid three million in interest.”
“This way, we won’t owe each other anything.”
Two hours earlier, she had received a message from Frederick Powell’s company-the two-hundred-million debt had been paid off, but three million in interest was still due.
The Kaur family suddenly regretted their oversight.
They had forgotten about the interest and should have had Flynn pay it off yesterday.
But now that it had come to this, they could only scrape together the amount to cover three million.
This had completely drained their finances.
But at least they could fill this hole, which made them somewhat relieved.
As long as they had a company, there was hope.
“Hello? Are you there, Mr. Powell? Can you say something if you hear me?” Madeline Kaur frowned, but on the other end, she heard a voice that made her hair stand on end.
“Frederick Powell is dead. He’s dead…”
“What? Ms. Hussain? Are you Lilia Hussain? What happened? You must be joking…”
“Mr. Powell is really dead! Flynn killed him! Flynn killed him…”
Lilia Hussain, like a soulless being, mechanically repeated those words, weakly hanging up the phone.
She had no energy left to explain anything.
She envied Frederick Powell. Death would be an escape.
Unlike her, she couldn’t even afford to die.
That would implicate her parents, her grandfather, and the Kaur family…
“Madeline, why did Lilia Hussain answer the phone? Did something happen?”
Everyone turned to Madeline Kaur, unsure of what was going on, but her expression clearly indicated trouble.
“Dad, Grandpa, Frederick Powell is dead! Flynn killed him!”
Madeline Kaur’s words hit like thunder, causing everyone’s eyes to widen in shock.
“What happened? Wasn’t Flynn just going to repay the debt? How did he end up killing Frederick Powell?”
“Yeah, what on earth happened? How could this happen?”
Everyone was in a frenzy, their minds blank.
Madeline Kaur shook her head. “I don’t know, but Ms. Hussain sounded terrified and desperate.”
“It’s clear she was frightened.”
A hush fell over the room as relatives murmured in disbelief, “Frederick Powell and Flynn have had conflicts before. He’s provoked him more than once. If Flynn didn’t want to repay the two hundred million, could it be that he killed him to silence him? A dead man can’t make a claim, after all!”
Everyone fell silent, slowly nodding in realization.
It was a possibility!
Killing Frederick Powell would be the easiest solution.
Not only would it be an act of revenge, but it would also save him two hundred million!
“Impossible!” Matteo Kaur interrupted the discussion angrily.
“These are just your assumptions. I’ll call Flynn and ask him.”
Matteo Kaur dialed Flynn’s number.
“Hello, Flynn, did you kill Frederick Powell?” Matteo Kaur put him on speaker.
“Yes, Uncle Matteo. Frederick Powell will no longer trouble the Kaur family.”
“Oh, by the way, I found that medical book that was taken from you.”
“I’ll bring it over tomorrow. I’m driving right now. Let’s talk when we meet.”
Flynn hung up.
What?!
Matteo Kaur’s face went pale.
Flynn really killed Frederick Powell to ensure he wouldn’t bother the Kaur family anymore!
“Too much! This is too much! Even if he can’t repay the two hundred million, does he have to resort to such a despicable method?”
“I can’t believe it! We begged him yesterday, and we even knelt down to him. Now he pulls this stunt? Who does he think he’s fooling?”
The Kaur family members were filled with rage, feeling that Flynn didn’t take the Kaur family seriously at all.
Two hundred million was a drop in the bucket to what that man had really got, wasn’t it?
Helping them pay it off wouldn’t have cost him much!
Instead, he chose this extreme method to resolve the issue.
“But the two hundred million has indeed been transferred to Frederick Powell’s account. I received the notification from Frederick Powell’s company.”
“If Flynn didn’t want to help us pay off the debt, then who paid the money?”
Matteo Kaur rubbed his forehead, completely baffled.
But just then, the phone rang again.
“Hello, is this Matteo Kaur? This is Paxton Clark, your old classmate. It’s been over twenty years since we last met.”
A very polite voice came through.
Yet, to Matteo Kaur, it sounded deep and powerful, like a rumble from the depths of the earth.
Each word struck like a hammer against his heart, sending a shiver down his spine!