Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

Chapter 374 Nothing to Lose

“I trust you, Miss Moon. The documents in here aren’t copies but the real thing. If you don’t believe me, I’m sure there’s people on your side who can verify if they have any problems or not? Once you’ve confirmed it, we can trade right away. This has to be quick and efficient. If the other Simpsons find out, the stocks won’t fly.”

Sierra was both pleased and cautious with how direct Randy was.

There was no such thing as a free lunch, and she wasn’t dumb enough to think that Randy was giving it to her this selflessly.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get the half you’re promised. My money is where my mouth is. I’ve got a buyer ready. If the documents are good, I’ll sell right away. By then, I’ll send the money to your account as we agreed earlier. It won’t do any good to linger, so I’m leaving.”

Sierra said, then stood and left. Randy sat there in the park basking under the sun.

The winter sunlight was warm. It was dry in the north and not too humid, making people feel lazy and restful.

Seeing Sierra get a good distance away, Randy stood and took off his mask and cap.

As for Sierra, she left the park and got directly on a car coming to pick her up.

The moment she got on, Jayson, sitting inside, spoke.

“Show me the documents.”

Sierra handed them over to Jayson. Having been a lawyer himself, he didn’t need someone else to help him with verification.

He leafed through the documents for about half an hour before lifting his head at Sierra.

“These documents are good. Even if there’s any problems, if we sell them right away, we can take the money and run. The buyer’s in D City already. I need to make some arrangements. Get in contact with Randy and have him leave tomorrow. By then, have him keep his phone online. I’ll tell him where to wait for us, and we can go see the buyer personally.”

Sierra heaved a sigh of relief. There was a way out after all.

Randy did have some ability to predict that the will would fail and finally managed to move the assets.

Having gotten this far, getting Robert’s full properties was impossible.

But with the zeroes from this alone, they could still live the rest of their lives out in luxury.

Sierra got out of the car at a crossroads, then called for another car to get back to the mansion.

But the moment she arrived outside the Simpson estate, a gang of reporters rushed over and started interviewing her.

“Miss Moon, is what they’re saying online true? Is Georgia Lane Robert Simpson’s true wife, and you’re not actually married to him?”

“Move aside, I have no comment!”

Sierra prepared to open the door and go in, but the reporters had surrounded her.

“Please explain, Miss Moon, if you’re not Robert’s wife, why are you still living in this mansion?”

“Are you Georgia Lane’s front, Miss Moon? Why else would Robert claim that he was married to you, when he’s really married to Georgia?”

“Miss Moon, are you the third person between Georgia and Robert? Or are you Robert’s mistress?”

“Miss Moon, what do you think about Robert not leaving you a bit of inheritance and even keeping the title of his wife for Georgia?”

The reporters surrounded Sierra and all peppered her with questions. Enraged, Sierra up and slapped the nearest reporter.

“Get out! Keep yapping here, and I’ll have security haul you out! Security, eject these reporters from the premises!”

A few bodyguards came over and blocked off the reporters in front of Sierra.

Sierra walked in and found there weren’t that many bodyguards and servants left in the mansion.

She asked the people who’d stayed, confused.

“What’s all this? Why’s so many people gone from the house?”

Even when she’d just got back, there had been barely any bodyguards on her, which was why the reporters had swarmed her in the first place.

Was she paying the bodyguards to slack off?

Sierra was furious and demanded all the cleaning servants for an explanation.

“A lot of people just left, Miss Moon. There’s nobody left in the kitchen. They felt that since you aren’t Mr. Simpson’s wife or his inheritor, nobody thinks it’s necessary to stay and serve you. You also haven’t given us our pay for this month. I’m leaving now as well. I was just packing my bags. Very sorry, Miss Moon.”

With that, the servant picked up her bag of belongings and went towards the doorway.

Sierra blew her top and slapped the servant across the face.

The servant was middle-aged woman in her forties. At the slap, the woman started mocking Sierra directly.

“It’s useless to hit me, Miss Moon. Mr. Simpson didn’t marry you. Do you still think you’re a lady of the Simpson family? You’re nothing. Soon Miss Lane will come back into this mansion and kick you out. By then, if I just told Miss Lane that you slapped me, maybe she’d make it up to me with a reward. As for you, you’re just trash who couldn’t even manage to be a mistress!”

The servant said that, then left sneering.

Sierra was about to vomit blood from rage. She kicked the tea table in front of her over, but the force sent a sharp pain up her foot.

Sierra toppled to the ground, shrieking, babbling insults at Robert and Georgia.

At this moment, Sierra wanted to get a knife and go end it all with Georgia.

But she still had a chance to get a few billions, and she had to grin and bear it.

Sierra clenched her first, her nails digging into her palm and sending droplets of blood falling to the floor, all while she cautioned herself.

“Don’t be impulsive, don’t be impulsive…”

She could use these few billions to go somewhere else and develop her power, then come back for revenge later.

But as Sierra stewed for about an hour, she received a call from Sarah.

Sierra scoffed and leered through the phone.

“Did you call me for some reason, Miss Duran?”

“Have you forgotten our deal, Miss Moon? Where is Jayson Willis? You must have seen him. What are you two planning? Produce him. If you need money, I can give you sufficient compensation.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sierra laughed mockingly over the line.

“I don’t believe you’re ignorant of what’s happened to me, Miss Duran. The Robert Simpson inheritance is no longer in my reach. Do you think you can still threaten me? Even if you streamed on the media that I was always lying to everyone, or if I’m in bed with Jayson, or if I’ve been setting Robert up, or even if Georgia’s given birth to two children, it’s got nothing to do with me. I don’t care anymore.

“But you, with all you’ve done to separate Robert and Georgia, I thought for a long while and understood you were trying to match Georgia with Travis Armstrong. I know Travis. He’s stubborn, and the person he likes won’t ever change. You’re pitiful, Miss Duran, falling for someone like him and even trying to get the two together. What a great love. It’s moving, and pathetic!”

Sierra chuckled coldly and hung up.

She didn’t fear Sarah in the slightest now. She had a secret in her hands before and had to bear it to get the inheritance.

But Georgia had produced her marriage certificate. With normal methods, she couldn’t get a cent of that money.

And her remaining opportunities had nothing to do with Sarah. She’d wanted to take it out on her a long time ago.

As she let the mocking words out, Sierra felt a surge of relaxation, as if she’d let off some steam from getting humiliated by the servant earlier.

On Sarah’s end, as the line went dead, her expression darkened.

Seems like Sierra had really given up on fighting Georgia over the inheritance.

But from what she knew of Sierra, this person wouldn’t just up and give up like this.

Sierra must have something else up her sleeve. As Sarah considered that, she received another call.

This one was from Brenton Ellis.