Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Key to Sending Madeline to Prison

Beatrice quickly covered Violet's mouth with her hand.

It was almost as if she was dragging her off to silence her for good.

She shot Violet a look that clearly said, "If you say another stupid thing, I'll choke you out!"

I'm already in enough deep trouble!

Don't make this any more complicated!

I don't need this!

Violet couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

Looks like things got pretty "heated" in there.

If I'd known, I would've jumped in to stir the pot.

A part of her regretted missing the drama.

"Mm, mm..."

She nodded and made the "OK" gesture, signaling her promise to stay quiet.

Only then did Beatrice let go of her.

The other three stepped inside the elevator.

As it began its descent, Damian's expression had turned much colder than before.

Though he still looked the same on the surface, there was something about him that made him feel... suddenly distant, almost unreachable.

The air in the elevator grew heavy with the kind of pressure only someone like him could emit.

Once they stepped out of the building, Violet knew they'd been worried sick about her.

Touched by their concern, she insisted on taking them out for a late-night bite.

Damian waved her off and, motioning for Ethan to follow, started walking away.

"He's fuming," Violet murmured to Beatrice.

"I noticed! No need to remind me!

"He hasn't been himself ever since he returned from the resort. Whatever, just let him be!" She quickly changed the subject. "Didn't you say something about having a late-night snack? If he's not eating, then Scarlett and I will. Are you still treating?"

Violet eagerly agreed. "Of course!"

She drove Beatrice and Scarlett to a nearby restaurant.

The three of them chatted while eating, the atmosphere light and lively.

Scarlett hadn't had much interaction with Violet before, but after meeting her today, she quickly warmed to this girl.

Violet was straightforward, carefree, and witty, which made Scarlett like her even more.

Though Scarlett could be a bit dramatic herself, she liked people who were the opposite.

"Ms. Hudson, by the way, did you manage to get any evidence to accuse Madeline today?"

"Jane's too slippery."

Violet sneered, a hint of regret in her voice. "I thought I had laid the groundwork enough, and today, with my final strike, she'd definitely crack. But—ha, as soon as I asked the key question, she started dodging. It's so frustrating."

As she spoke, she took a couple of big swigs of beer.

"That's pretty normal," Scarlett said, unfazed, casually picking at some blanched vegetables. "Bad people get away with their actions because they always find ways to justify them. Those redemption arcs on TV? Complete nonsense. They never think they're at fault; they just believe the people they want gone deserve to disappear."

"Ms. Grant, you've really got the lowdown on human nature."

"Come on, just call me Scarlett! I'll call you Violet, deal?"

"You bet!"

Violet didn't miss a beat. She pulled out her business card. "Scarlett, if you ever run into any legal snags, just come to me. I'll give you a sweet 20% discount."

"Whoa there..." Scarlett did a double-take, then covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

She slipped the card into her pocket. "No sweat! Next time, I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"Thanks!" Violet chirped.

After leaving the restaurant, Scarlett's driver was already waiting at the curb.

But when she pieced together what Jane had said earlier today, just the thought of it made her blood run cold.

Violet continued, "I discovered that Jane is actually pretty superstitious. So, one time, I quietly followed her and saw her go to the Whitland Building to meet Zara.

"After she left, I went up to see Zara and shared a major piece of news about Jane—something that could help her make money quickly. That old lady is all about money, so we hit it off right away.

"Let me tell you, Zara has a way of manipulating people's minds that no psychologist or cop I've met could match. With just a few words, she had Jane worshipping her, totally under her control."

Beatrice chuckled. "Zara can see through tricks even the police overlook. No wonder Jane worships her like a goddess."

"You're right! That's exactly why everything happened today."

Beatrice furrowed her brows again.

"But that boy just disappeared without a trace, and Madeline is clearly suspicious. Why does his family not care at all?"

Violet's face turned serious. "From what my neighbor said, the boy lived with his mother. After he disappeared, his mother caused quite a stir at Fairfax Manor. Then one night, her house caught fire due to a gas leak, and she was gone too."

Beatrice felt a cold shiver run through her limbs.

She told Violet about how Desmond came to her, asking her to sign the Settlement Agreement for Madeline. "I was actually on my way to the law firm to talk to you about it."

Upon hearing this, Violet kicked the coffee table in frustration, stood up, and began pacing with her hands on her hips, angrily muttering, "Damn Desmond! What the hell is he? Why doesn't he just disappear? Is he even human anymore? That bastard!

"Ever since he started hanging around with Madeline, that dark, evil bitch, he's lost all sense of humanity! A settlement agreement? They can shove it! I'll send them a couple of pounds of shit instead!"

"Violet, I..." Beatrice stammered, her face as pale as a sheet.

Before, Beatrice had been able to firmly face Desmond's threats, prepared for a battle. But hearing the news about the boy's mother dying in a gas explosion hit her hard.

Violet stopped pacing and looked at her friend. She could clearly see the fear in Beatrice's face. "What are you afraid of? Don't let this stuff scare you!"

"What if something happens to my parents? What if you get hurt? I can't handle this!" Beatrice's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Violet's anger flared up, almost exploding. "Damn Desmond! He's the root of all this chaos. Even though you divorced him, he still managed to ruin your life. Can't someone end him and that bitch's existence? We really need some luck on our side right now!"

Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the tense silence.

Violet frowned, irritation evident on her face. "Who the hell could be knocking at this hour?"

She started moving toward the door, but Beatrice quickly rushed over and grabbed her arm tightly. "No way! Don't open it!"