Chapter 542
Though she didn’t fancy it, Olga knew Arabella could do anything. So, she gritted her teeth and said, “My bad. I didn’t mean to hurt her. Who knew she was so fragile?”
That wasn’t what Arabella wanted to hear.
Olga was on her knees begging for mercy, sounding miserable, “I really didn’t mean to hurt her. What good does it do me if she’s dead? My plan was for her to sell her shares. They’re worth 30 million bucks. She could’ve kept 10 million for herself and used the rest to bail us out!”
As she talked, she was forced to bow down, her head thudding against the floor.
“I’d pay her back! In five years, we’d return the money. By then, the Murphy family’s stock would’ve risen, and she could buy more shares. It’s a win–win! But she just wouldn’t agree.”
The more Olga spoke, the more she felt wronged. “Attlee even offered to write her a guarantee yesterday. What good are her 30% shares if the company goes under? She’s just too stubborn!”
“Mom, mom,” Yolanda whispered urgently as she saw Arabella getting pissed off. “You’re supposed to apologize, not ramble on!”
Realizing she’d said too much, Olga grumbled, “I didn’t mean to hurt her. Her sudden death wasn’t what I wanted!”
Arabella glanced at the time on the big screen. After ten long minutes, she signaled the waitstaff to stop.
The six of them paused, and Olga let out a sigh of relief. She must have touched Arabella’s heart with her words.
Arabella was so easy to please. She’d believe anything she told her.
But Arabella had been watching the clock. Right on cue, the doors to the hall swung open, and in walked seven or eight cops.
“What’s going on here?” The lead cop asked seriously as he walked in..
Olga, seeing her saviors, cried out, “Just in time! This girl forced me to kneel and beg. Just look, I’ve got bruises on my forehead. She kicked me, stepped on me, and even poured scalding milk on me and my daughter. Look at us. All three of us were forced to our knees!”
The cops walked over to Olga, taking in the sight: three people on their knees, a girl sitting nonchalantly on a chair, legs crossed.
“Do you have any proof?” The lead cop asked Olga.
“Over six hundred people saw it!” Olga said, looking around, hoping someone would speak up.
But when the cop asked the crowd, no one said a word.
The hall was eerily quiet.
Olga was getting anxious. “You all saw her acting high and mighty! You saw it! Don’t be afraid of her power. No one is above the law. You can’t cross that line!” Still, no one spoke up. After the cop asked again, the room remained silent.
“Ma’am, if you continue to make false accusations, Ms. Bella can sue you for defamation.”
Hearing this, Olga got even more anxious. “It’s clearly this bitch,”
Wait a minute. These cops were new. How did they know her name?
Did they know each other?
The thought sent a chill down Olga’s spine.
“Perfect timing,” Arabella said, legs still crossed, an aura of authority around her. “I called the cops. Someone here killed my grandma. Everyone here saw the evidence.”
