Chapter 42

Rose Taylor and her mother exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s thoughts.

She picked up her phone and sent a text message to Jackson Taylor.

After receiving a reply, Rose dialed Lincoln Green’s number, her voice full of sorrow, “Honey, can you stop being angry with me? The project failed. I didn’t want to not tell you; I was just afraid you would worry. I know the company has been strained recently, which is why I tried to resolve it privately. But I didn’t expect that even after I used my personal funds to compensate the families, they…”

“You’ve already compensated them?” Lincoln Green’s face softened slightly upon hearing this.

“Yes, every single cent. But I didn’t anticipate those people would be so unreasonable. They took the money, caused a ruckus at the company, and then demanded three million… Honey, you know for this project, I invested quite an amount myself. Coupled with the previous compensation, where could I find three million…”

Rose became more upset as she spoke.

Lincoln Green massaged his brow; three million was indeed no small sum for Rose.

“Rose, I know this situation has placed a burden on you, but you also understand the current circumstances of the company.” Lincoln Green expressed his dilemma.

“Honey, I… regardless of everything, it’s my fault. Let me think of another plan,” Rose said, about to end the call.

At that moment, Jackson Taylor walked in. “Brother-in-law, this is the bank card that Miss Abigail gave to Aunt Claudia earlier. Do you think we should return it to Miss Abigail?”

Lincoln Green turned to look at the card, his eyebrows furrowing. “Abigail’s card?”

“Yes,” Jackson replied, unable to help but add, “Miss Abigail really needs to be more careful about who she trusts. She so casually gives away bank cards, who knows if the money given by the Piers will again get swindled.”

Lincoln Green paused in his action, his tone suddenly changing, “Alright, Rose, you don’t have to worry about the money anymore, I’ll figure something out.”

Upon hearing this, Rose’s smile widened. After ending the call, Lincoln Green immediately sent a message to Abigail, “Come home immediately.”

…

The Piers’ old residence.

Pullan was in the study, reporting in detail everything he had seen and heard that day. After finishing, he couldn’t help but Tsukkom, “Young Master, the Greens are absolutely despicable. They so severely injured an elderly woman in her fifties or sixties. You didn’t see Miss Abigail’s expression at that time, colder than an iceberg. I was terrified seeing it.”

“Second master, considering all this from Young Miss Green, is Miss Abigail really Mr. Lincoln Green’s biological daughter?”

“Miss Abigail said she wants to sue that dog, but why is she asking me to find a real estate consultant instead of a lawyer?”

Brandon Piers rubbed his forehead. Who would have thought that the outwardly tough Pullan was such a chatterbox?

“You can close your mouth now.” Unable to bear it any longer, Brandon Piers waved his hand to interrupt Pullan who had been babbling for over ten minutes.

Realizing his mistake, Pullan promptly closed his mouth, “Second Master, then I…”

“Connect with a few real estate consultants, let them come over to the Piers to handle the paperwork. Teddy is stuck to her, and I don’t want what happened today to repeat,” said Brandon Piers, thinking about his chubby, adorable little thing at home that liked Abigail, who was also lovely and chubby, and felt a headache coming on.

Was this what they meant by like attracts like?

“Yes.” Pullan quickly picked up IRL Tsukkom.

But Brandon Piers curved his eyebrows, “She’s really going to sue the Greens’ housekeeper?”

That man was Rose’s brother.

Considering yesterday’s situation, Lincoln Green was clearly partial to Rose and her daughter. This little fatty, with no money or connections and not being favored, will probably have a hard time winning the lawsuit.

“It seems so.”

“Hmm,” Brandon Piers grumbled, “Have the Piers’ legal team on standby.”

He still owed this little fatty a favor after all.

Pullan looked up in confusion, “You’re going to help Miss Abigail?”

“Go do your job.” Brandon Piers looked up, his gaze cold. Who would want to help a fattie who resents him?

“Yes.”

Pullan left the study to contact a real estate consultant for Abigail.

Unbeknownst to Abigail, the money for her house was already being eyed by others.