At this moment, Monica Usher was sitting in a restaurant, waiting for Lydia Ingram to come over.
Receiving a questioning call from Barbara Sutton, she was a bit angry; she didn’t like indecisive personalities. Only by eliminating rivals could she embrace happiness. Follow current novᴇls on novᴇlfire.net
But when she got a call from the kid, her head buzzed and exploded, so when Barbara Sutton called, he overheard it.
Clutching the phone, Monica Usher instantly hated Barbara Sutton, "Can’t keep it together, impulsive! Can’t even figure out what’s happening around!"
What a useless teammate!
Justin Kingston knows... Monica Usher was anxious, unable to imagine what awaited her.
As she was in inner turmoil, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance.
Lydia Ingram saw her as soon as he entered, a slight smile playing on his lips as he walked toward her.
Meeting the man’s gaze, Monica Usher quickly withdrew her thoughts.
Seeing that old face, she couldn’t help but recall that nightmare-like night... only disgust remained for him!
But she had to endure it.
"Let’s order first." Lydia Ingram sat opposite her, casually called over a waiter, then smiled at her, "What would President Usher like to eat today? It’s on me."
His lips wore a smile, looking quite cheerful.
She wasn’t in the mood to dine with him, which Lydia Ingram was aware of, yet he didn’t seem upset, rather his smile deepened as he told the waiter—
"Then anything will do, when you’re with someone you like, everything tastes good. Just decide for us; no need for too much."
"Alright, sir." The waiter had never met someone so straightforward.
As the waiter turned to leave, Lydia Ingram focused on Monica Usher, "Clearly, you didn’t sleep well, those dark circles are deep."
He also recalled last night’s events.
Monica Usher’s eyes were indifferent, "Your actions are criminal, and I can absolutely press charges against you."
"Oh?" Lydia Ingram looked indifferent, "Then why haven’t you? Instead, you asked me to eat here."
"To negotiate a deal." She was too lazy to waste words on him, "I can forgive last night, but from now on, don’t try anything with me. I won’t engage with you in anything outside of work."
"Let’s not be so hasty." Lydia Ingram poured a cup of tea for her, "Tell me your demands first."
"There’s a woman named Grace White, she’s been giving me trouble lately." Monica Usher’s tone was light but her words were harsh, "I want her dead."
To this, Lydia Ingram wasn’t surprised, as if he had anticipated it.
His lips still held a faint smile, as if today’s topic was light and pleasant.
"You want to borrow my hand to kill someone?" The man reminded her, "And I just slept with you once, who’s really at an advantage in this deal?"
Breaking it down , Monica Usher knew this was an unequal trade.
Killing is a capital offense.
"The most for rape is ten years, the least is three." Lydia Ingram said nonchalantly, "And given my background, honestly speaking, whether I’m guilty is questionable."
He was reminding Monica Usher that he is a man with a criminal record who remains unpunished.
She could only compromise.
"I can help you kill someone." Lydia Ingram said directly, "But the premise is that you must become my woman."
The woman froze, concentrating on meeting his gaze, her delicate brows furrowed, her expression slightly somber.
"Don’t rush to refuse, since we’re negotiating." He took a sip of tea, kindly reminding, "Let’s give each other enough time to calmly think."
So, he still needed to think?
No, Monica Usher had to get rid of Grace White, otherwise she would end up with a life sentence or even death.
"No need to think, I agree!" The words slipped from Monica Usher’s mouth, and her soul had already left her body, no longer her own.