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However, she didn’t want her mother to worry about Emerson’s safety

either.

“We’re family here, Roselynn. You wouldn’t sit by and do nothing, would

you?” Jamison added with a smug grin.

He was determined to take full advantage of Roselynn’s dilemma.

“Roselynn does not have eighty thousand, so you can forget about asking

her for money! We still have three days, so let’s try to come up with an

alternative solution that doesn’t involve money. Maybe we can make a

police report or something!” Emmanuel suggested.

“You…”

Hermann had assumed that his plan would work for sure, but Emmanuel

foiled it completely.

“If you want Uncle Emerson to make it home safely, then tell us everything

that you know, Granddad. There’s no guarantee that they’ll let him go even

if we pay them the money. In fact, they might even hold on to him and

demand more money!”

Emmanuel made such a good point that Hermann couldn’t argue with

him at all.

“Fine! I’ll tell you everything, but I will never forgive you all if he ends up

dying because we don’t pay them!” Hermann threatened before giving

them a brief summary of the situation.

Alessandra had wanted to have them stay for lunch, but Hermann refused

and stormed out of there with the others.

“What should we do, Manny?” Alessandra asked helplessly.

I can’t force Roselynn to pay up, so selling this house might just be the only

option…

Emmanuel knew what she was thinking, so he quickly reassured her, “I’ll

take care of this, so you don’t have to do anything on your end. We don’t

owe Uncle Emerson anything, so we are not responsible for the

consequences of his own actions. He has only himself to blame for what

happens to him.”

Roselynn felt the same way about the situation. “That’s right! Uncle

Emerson is forty–four years old, Mom! It’s not like he’s an underage teen

who doesn’t know what he’s doing! We didn’t put him in that situation! He

did it to himself!”

4

Of course, Alessandra understood all of that very well. She was simply too

soft–hearted to sit by and do nothing.

It was almost noon at the time. Mackenzie had her driver take her to a

restaurant for lunch.

Not only did she summon Beatrix to join her for lunch, but she also had Lexi

come over.

“It’s a Saturday, Mackenzie. Shouldn’t you be staying home with Manuel

instead? Why would you ask us out for lunch?” Beatrix protested.

She had been very busy lately after taking over some projects at work, so

Saturday was her only chance to sleep in a little.

It’s only eleven in the morning! I can’t believe Mackenzie would drag me

out of bed just to have lunch with her!

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you out for lunch? Why are you complaining so much?” Mackenzie

snapped at her coldly.

Beatrix and Lexi shot each other glances and chuckled in amusement.

“Oh… So, you only asked us out because Manuel is busy, huh?” Beatrix

teased her.

Mackenzie shot Beatrix an icy–cold glare, prompting the latter to shut up

instantly.

Unlike Emmanuel, she did not have the freedom to speak her mind without

consequences.

“If you don’t want to eat lunch with me, then get back to work. You’ve got

your hands full at the moment, right? I don’t mind giving you more work if

you’d like!”

“Please don’t! It is an honor for me to have lunch with you, Mackenzie!”

Beatrix said while sticking her tongue out.

Honestly, how does Manuel even put up with Mackenzie? They’ve been

living together for about two weeks now, right? I would’ve moved out long

ago if I were him!