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Chapter 62: Of No Use

At the company, Debra had been anxiously awaiting a phone call.

She was involved in all of today’s arrangements, but she could only

direct from afar.

It was only by her absence from the scene that she could thoroughly dispel any suspicions against her.

The phone call she had just received was to inform her that Sandra had won the championship. Besides some minor external injuries, Wesley was safe.

Yet the people she had sent had injured seriously.

With the loss of the car that could entice Wesley into an unwise

action, she now faced the medical costs for the injured.

The situation could well be described as a huge loss.

She nearly shattered her phone to pieces.

Her dogged pursuit of a marriage alliance with the Hill family had now backfired, ensnaring her in her own trap.

Angela entered with a coffee in hand, asking,

“Mom, how is everything?”

Before Debra could respond, her phone rang again, prompting a frown

to mar her brow.

She wondered if there were other issues yet unresolved and answered

the call with a sense of vexation.

“The Black family?”

Debra transformed into a sly smile.

“Excellent, I’ll be there shortly.”

Angela, noticing the rapid shift in her mother’s demeanor, deduced that some fortuitous event had transpired.

“Mom, did John win?”

Debra shook her head.

“No. However, we might have a new opportunity at hand. Come with me.”

Angela hesitated, “Hadn’t you said we can’t go now to avoid suspicion?”

Debra replied with a smile.

“It is no longer related to the race.”

Angela was befuddled, utterly oblivious to her mother’s intentions.

But she suspected that the scene would be quite the spectacle and promptly followed Debra.

The Cooper and Hill members were on edge, primed for a

confrontation.

Yet Earl still wore a disingenuous smile.

Both Wesley and Sandra maintained an unruffled calm.

“I’m prepared to make a bid,” Earl announced.

He coveted the car due to its victorious history, which earned it emblems upon its engine–a collectible he desired fervently.

“How much are you willing to offer?” Sandra asked.

“How much do you want me to offer?” Earl replied generously, ready to meet any outrageous demand, even if it meant a billion.

Sandra’s tone was cool and provocative,

“Would you trade your whole family with me?”

Earl was enraged.

Sandra scoffed,

“You asked me and I have answered. Are you regretting your boldness now?”

Earl’s congeniality evaporated, “I’ve been amiable because you are a beauty, but do not test my baseline.”

Sandrá laughed,

“Baseline? Do you know such a thing?”

Earl erupted, “Attack!”

His bodyguards lunged forward, and a brawl ensued.

“Stop!”

A cold command prompted more bodyguards to rush in and force a ceasefire.

Standing behind the crowd with an impassive expression, Debra chided them, “You’re all grown ups, yet you brawl over trivial matters like kids. So disgraceful.”

Sandra’s eyes narrowed.

The arrival of Debra was most opportune.

“Mrs. Cooper,” proclaimed Earl, his boldness amplified by her presence.

“Our companies have a project pending collaboration, and I’ve yet to sign.”

Debra’s countenance darkened.

She didn’t need to fatter him before

However, since Victor and Wesley had regained influence, her standing within the family plummeted.

To reclaim her position, she yielded a three percent concession in the project collaboration with the Black family, striving to demonstrate remarkable business results and her indispensable role as a pillar of the family.

“Stop fighting over a car. Just give it to Earl.” Debra said.

Sandra disagreed vehemently.

Earl scoffed, “Mrs. Cooper, I thought you would be of help, yet you’re

of no use.”

Debra’s expression betrayed embarrassment, but she strove to salvage her dignity.

“My presence here today is to prevent any discord among you.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as Earl dismissed them.

Debra continued, “The car is a prize of the race and belongs to the winner. Earl, I hope you respect the game.”

Positioning herself alongside Wesley, she tacitly shifted allegiances.

Sandra and Wesley exchanged a glance.

The matter was clearly becoming complicated.

Debra was supporting them?

Earl’s response was indifferent to Debra’s change of heart.

“I am determined to buy this car!”

He lunged for the keys in Wesley’s possession, only to retract his hand with a shriek of pain.

Chapter 62: Of No Use

His hand was hang limply as though broken.

Sandra, who had seemed delicate, rotated her wrist with an enigmatic

smile,

“Apologies, I didn’t control my strength.”

“You harmed me?”

Earl, seethed, consumed by fury and desire for vengeance.

Sandra smiled,

“You should go to the hospital now if you still want your arms.”

Earl yearned to curse her out, but his wrist throbbed with unbearable pain.

“Take me to the hospital right away!” His countenance darkened when he said to his bodyguards.

Sandra grasped Wesley’s arm, “Shall we drive your car back now?”

The onlookers were flabbergasted.

The previous scene had unfolded too rapidly for the Hill members to comprehend.

But Emily came up with a new plan when she saw Earl injured.

“The race has ended now and I’d like to return home,” she said.

Gary said, “Go then, have a good rest.”

Emily left.

She called a friend who worked at the hospital to inquire if Earl’s there.

By chance, he was.

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She promptly hailed a taxi and set out.

The hospital, overwhelmed with casualties from the race day, was a hive of activity.

Emily arrived to find her friend occupied, so she ventured alone in search of Earl.

At the orthopedic department, grievous cries led her straight to her quarry.