Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 870
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Chapter 870:
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Meanwhile, at Wilson Manor, Iker jubilantly hung up his phone and summoned some of the family members.
It was close to eleven o’clock, and Elsa and Hank, roused from their sleep, stumbled into the room, barely able to keep their eyes open. Elsa yawned and asked, “Dad, why are you gathering us at such a late hour?” He had summoned only Mindy, Hank, and Elsa. The rest seemed unworthy of the news.
“Norah is dead!” His words fell like a bomb, jolting everyone from their stupor.
Elsa’s eyes widened in shock. “Norah? My cousin Norah? My daughter? She’s really dead?”
She asked, disbelief coloring her tone.
Could Norah really be dead already? What a tragedy for such a beautiful soul.
Elsa sighed regretfully. If only Norah hadn’t contested her father’s estate, Elsa wouldn’t have harbored such resentment toward her. At most, she might have felt a twinge of jealousy.
Hank rubbed his face, struggling to grasp the reality. “Dead? How did she die? None of my men were successful…”
Mindy, aware of the plots against Norah, was not shocked by the news.
“No tracks left?” she asked nervously.
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Iker nodded. “Don’t worry, trust me. Hank, I asked you to handle it before, but you failed after two months of trying. What can you possibly do now?”
He patted Hank’s head with disappointment. “Norah was almost back from Silverdale.”
Hank didn’t dare to retort. Norah was truly fortunate that he couldn’t damage her when he made his approach.
Hank’s jaw clenched as his father boomed, “I’ve warned you. Since you messed up, Larry’s coming in. He’ll manage my company with you.” A reluctant nod was Hank’s only response.
Iker, radiating triumph, declared, “Norah’s gone. Tomorrow, we reclaim everything under Gilda’s management. Then, a grand press conference in Glophia! The Wilsons will take their rightful place.”
Elsa’s eyes widened with delight. “Does that mean fancy Glophian galas for me?”
Seclusion had kept the Wilsons out of the social spotlight. Elsa craved the title of “The Wilsons’ Little Princess,” a title that was now seemingly hers with Norah gone. Giddy anticipation bubbled within her.
Iker declared, “Of course, darling! We’re getting back every penny that belongs to us! Let’s have a celebration and live it up!” The night echoed with the Wilson family’s joyous revelry.
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