novelraw Chapter 787: Mother and Daughter, Both Seduced
Chapter 787: Mother and Daughter, Both Seduced
The man came up to him and handed him a thick stack of documents and a USB drive, reporting, "CEO Kingston, we’ve found it. The USB drive contains irrefutable evidence proving Lydia Ingram’s drug dealing, including some call recordings and video records."Justin Kingston placed the USB drive aside and flipped through the documents, "Very good."
His subordinate continued, "But it seems like Lydia Ingram has a massive protective umbrella behind her, which is why nothing ever happens to her despite her arrogance. Many want to take her down, but no one succeeds."
"Whether there’s a protective umbrella, we’ll find out this time," Justin said in a mild tone. "Make a backup of this and give a copy to the police, then release it on Friday."
"It’s already backed up; I’ll hand it over right now."
"Thank you for your hard work." Justin looked up.
"Eliminating harm for the people is my duty."
After the subordinate left, Justin inserted the USB drive into his computer and meticulously examined the records; Lydia Ingram was indeed deserving of death!
That night, Justin had some trouble sleeping and drank a small glass of wine before bed.
After bathing and lying in bed, his thoughts drifted, contemplating the various outcomes that could occur on Friday. Would the protective umbrella step in to save Lydia Ingram once her crimes were exposed?
If Lydia’s crimes were revealed at the new product launch in front of all the reporters...the public uproar would be massive.
Mia Lane lay beside him, turning to wrap an arm around his waist, and spoke softly, "Honey, do you think Lydia Ingram really has a protective umbrella behind her? How terrifying would that be?"
"Where there are intertwined interests, there will be one. It’s not surprising," Justin told her, "Uprooting them completely is the only way to eliminate harm for the people."
Mia knew her husband was determined this time.
"Drug trafficking truly harms people without mercy, especially ordinary citizens. With one person using, their entire family can be destroyed. But, you must also be careful and safe."
"Hmm."
The night was illuminated by a bright moon.
In Monica Usher’s apartment, on the large, soft bed in the master bedroom, Lydia Ingram pressed down on her, the two tangled in a storm of passion.
"Open your eyes and look at me," the man’s voice was cold and deep.
Monica kept her eyes closed, frowning tightly.
Lydia reached out and grasped her throat, "Be proactive, please me, don’t forget you’re my woman now!"
Choked and breathless, the human instinct for survival led her to wrap her arms around his neck.
For half an hour they struggled, and Monica knew that he had used drugs again today.
Otherwise, at his age, he couldn’t possibly be so vigorous.
Afterwards, Monica wrapped in a towel, entered the bathroom, her eyes bearing traces of repressed tears. She locked the door, turned on the shower, stood under the spray with her eyes closed, and gritted her teeth scrubbing her skin furiously!
But some truths cannot be scrubbed away!
She felt utterly disgusted with herself; the air here had turned vile because of Lydia’s presence.
If not for Grace White, why would she be so tightly bound by him?
She utterly loathed that woman!!
Why didn’t she chop her to death back then!
On the large bed in the bedroom, Lydia panted heavily, his back covered in fine beads of sweat.
He casually picked up his phone to check the time, wanting to see how long the drug’s effects had lasted. Suddenly, a name and series of phone numbers popped up on the muted phone screen.
Grace White was calling.
He rejected the call.
She called again, but he rejected it once more.
Soon after, a WeChat message came through, just a few succinct words—Something might have happened.
This made Lydia’s chest tighten. He glanced toward the bathroom, then got up, dressed, and left.
Downstairs.
Lydia got into the car, returning the woman’s call as he drove, "What happened?"
"I can’t explain it over the phone. Come to my house instead." With that, she hung up, confident he would come.
In the woman’s house, she curved her lips slightly, turned, and walked into the bathroom...
Twenty minutes later, when Lydia opened the door and entered, the woman had just come out of the bathroom, her hair wet, carrying the fragrance of a fresh shower. It was a 35-year-old face that had undergone countless surgeries.
"Lydia, it’s been a while since I last saw you," Grace White said, walking toward him with a seductive gait, "I’ve missed you so much." Her voice was filled with allure.
But Lydia’s face remained cold, "What exactly happened?"