"Take this money for now." Brittany took out a pile of money from her purse and handed it to Sarah, "As long as you get this thing done, don't worry, I will get you back into the Hawn Group."
"Really?" Sarah's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Brittany nodded, "Of course. Isn't Nora the one making waves in front of Asher right now? As long as Nora is gone, Asher will be able to remember how good you are. After all, you have worked for the Hawn Group for so many years and you have worked hard. So, if I put in a few good words in front of him, are you still afraid that you won't be able to go back?"
"That's right." Sarah took the money and said through clenched teeth, "Miss Sherry, don't worry, after tomorrow, Nora will no longer exist in this world!"
Sarah couldn't wait for Nora to die as the hatred in her heart reached its peak!
As long as she could get rid of Nora and take revenge, she would not hesitate to do anything!
"That would be best." Brittany smiled lightly.
She had all the means to deal with Nora, the shameless bitch, and she didn't even have to do it herself.
As long as Nora was eliminated, she would be the young lady of the Hawn family!
After Sarah left, Brittany thought for a while and sent a text message to Ashley: Tomorrow morning at 9am, there will be a good show at The Lovers Lake.
Brittany knew that Ashley hated Nora as well. In case Sarah failed tomorrow, there would still be Ashley and nothing would go wrong.
Nora, just you wait!
When all was ready, Brittany had a smile on her face and went shopping with Lany contentedly.
The thought of getting rid of the thorn in her side tomorrow, Brittany couldn't contain her excitement and bought a lot of things she wanted.
It was getting late.
"Brittany, shall we go back?" Lany followed behind Brittany and helped her carry her things.
"What's the rush?" Brittany did not intend to go home until she was satisfied after shopping around and buying some of the latest bags.
They got in the car and it didn't drive long before a familiar Rolls Royce suddenly came into Brittany's sight.
Wasn't this Asher's car?
She hadn't seen Asher since the day she had begged her brother to take her to the Hawn Group.
Brittany was worried about not having a chance to go to Asher when she saw Asher driving in the direction of the countryside by surprise.
"Keep up with the car in front of you now." Brittany hurriedly told the driver.
"Yes, Miss." The driver respectfully replied.
Asher's car drove straight to the outskirts of the city and Lany was puzzled, "Brittany, where is Mr. Hawn going?"
Brittany stared closely at the handsome figure in the car in front of her.
Even from such a distance, Brittany could still feel his cold aura.
Brittany suddenly thought of something, "What day is today?"
"The fifth day of June." Lany was confused.
Brittany said in a deep voice, "If I remember correctly, today is the anniversary of Asher's father's death."
She had heard her brother mention that every year on this day, Asher visited the cemetery to pray at the tombs of his father.
The cemetery.
Asher parked his car and walked with heavy steps along the winding road until he reached the top of the hill.
At the very center of the hill, there was a solemn tombstone.
It was the tombstone of Asher's father - Janson Hawn.
Asher knelt down, his tall and long body straight, his dark and dull eyes looking closely at the middle-aged man in the photo who looked a lot like him.
"Dad, I am here to visit you." Asher's handsome face was sullen and cold, looking a little haggard.
When he had been fifteen years old, Janson had had an accident.
In that year, when Janson had gone to sea on his yacht, he had been caught in a storm, the yacht had sunk, and Janson had disappeared.
Howard had led a rescue team to search for seven days before they found Janson.
Unfortunately, at that time he had already been a cold corpse.
Everyone said it had been an accident, but Asher did not think so.
Janson's yacht had been produced in the world's top factory and was highly resistant to storms. Despite the strong winds that day, the yacht would not have sunk that easily.
Furthermore, Janson had not only been skilled in sailing the yacht but also had great swimming skills, and there were several islands near the spot where the yacht had sunk, so even if the yacht had sunk, he could still have escaped. With his excellent swimming skills, he could have swum to the islands, so how could he have drowned?
It was not that Howard had not suspected back then, but after investigating all the people involved, no trace and no abnormality had been found.
Since Jason had passed away, the burden of the Hawn Group had fallen on Asher's shoulders.
Asher poured two glasses of spirits and spilled one of them in front of the tombstone. His handsome face was covered with sadness and gloom, "Dad, a toast to you."
Asher drank off the spirits in his hand and said with firm eyes, "Dad, I know what happened back then was definitely not just an accident. Don't worry, I will certainly find out the truth about what happened back then, and I will not let you die for nothing!"
The rain pelted down.
Rain drenched Asher's whole body and raindrops flowed down his hair, but he was unaware of it, kneeling in front of Janson's tombstone and drinking spirits one glass after another.
The spirits were so strong that Asher gradually got a little drunk. He leaned against the tombstone and gently stroked Janson's picture on it.
He recounted what was on his mind.
"Dad, you know what? I still have not found Mia. After all these years... Grandpa had arranged a marriage for me. Her name is Nora. I think I might accept the marriage if it was not for Mia. But I have promised Mia that I will marry her."
Brittany climbed up to the top of the hill with an umbrella, panting, and saw such a scene.
Asher was sitting on the ground soaked to the skin, drunkenly leaning against the tombstone, his handsome face written with sadness.
"Asher, are you okay?" Brittany walked up to him, tilted her umbrella toward him, and said, "You got all wet."
Asher ignored her, grabbed the bottle, and poured the entire bottle of spirits into his mouth.
Brittany grabbed the bottle and said, "Asher, stop drinking. You're drunk!"
Asher looked up in a muddled state, only to see a pretty figure looking at him with a worried expression.
"Mia?" Asher was so drunk that he could not see the appearance of the woman in front of him clearly. He only subconsciously thought that the person who cared about him and worried about him was his Mia.
Mia????
It was the first time Brittany heard this name. She became wary uncontrollably.
Who was Mia?
Could it be Nora? But it did not sound like it...
Brittany leaned down, held Asher up, and spoke with a little charm and a little tenderness, "Asher, you're drunk. Let me take you home."
Asher's eyes dimmed with drunkenness. He called out again, "Mia...."