Winning Her Heart Back

 Five Times the Price

Charles had just returned to his cell when a guard opened the door again, announcing that someone wanted to see him.

"People who know me might understand I'm being detained, but those who don't might think I'm on vacation, with all these visitors dropping by every day," Charles quipped as he got to his feet.

The guard scolded him, "Less talking. Move."

Charles walked out and was escorted by the guard to the visitation room again.

Charles exited his cell and was escorted by the guard back to the visitation room.

As he walked in, he wondered who it could be this time. When he saw Beathan standing by the iron bars, he paused. "It's you."

Since Charles' trouble began, Beathan had been quite dedicated to helping him.

At first, Beathan had helped Charles secure loans and then sought out potential solutions. Even when rumors started spreading that Charles was facing arrest, Beathan had tried to use his connections to protect him.

However, the amount involved was too enormous, and the consequences were too severe. Even Beathan couldn't shield Charles anymore. Eventually, he had no choice but to step back.

Beathan got straight to the point and said, "Authorize me to be your defense attorney. I'll do my best to get you a lighter sentence."

Charles nodded. "Thank you."

Beathan then asked, "Did Emelie come to see you earlier? What did she say?"

Charles licked his lips and exhaled a breath of cold air. Even with all the walls sealed in the jail, he could still feel the wind creeping in.

"Beathan, we've known each other our whole lives. I want to give you some advice."

Beathan asked, "What advice?"

"Emelie isn't the same as before."

Beathan took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with a cloth taken out from his coat pocket.

"I know. From the moment she ruined the collaboration between Xanther Group and Aurora Group, I knew she was different. I just didn't expect her to act so quickly. She caught us off guard and suddenly brought you down."

He put his glasses back on. The light created a diagonal reflection on the lenses, and for a moment, his deep brown eyes gave the illusion of vertical pupils, like a snake's.

A woman like her, relying on the power of the Filo Group, actually believes she can do whatever she wants in Capebatt City."

His voice was as icy and vicious as a serpent's hiss.

Charles clenched his fists on the small table and said in a low voice, "Beathan, let's just stop.

Beathan narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"Let's stop making the same mistakes. This has nothing to do with us. Our fathers were the ones who made those choices. Why should we continue to bear the burden of their errors? We can choose to walk away..."

Beathan let out a laugh. "Charles, if you had said this three years ago, maybe it would have been possible. But can we really walk away from our family now?"

They had already done things that they shouldn't have.

They had driven Ronan to his death, caused Greta's demise, attempted to kill Emelie, monitored Eliana, and hunted down Ashlyn... They had gone to great lengths to destroy everyone connected to the Pierce family.

Even if they wanted to stop, Emelie, who had risen from the dead, wouldn't let them go. Otherwise, Charles wouldn't be sitting in the detention center right now.

Beathan was more curious about why Charles' attitude had suddenly changed. "What exactly did Emelie say to you?"

"She didn't say much." Charles lowered his head. "She just came to see me in my defeated state."

Beathan sneered. "It doesn't matter. She won't be gloating for long."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles' eyelid twitched. "What are you planning?"

Beathan didn't explain. He only said, "I'll help you secure a three-year sentence, and I'll ensure that Emelie pays five times the price for this."

What did he mean by five times the price?

Did he mean 15 years? But 15 years of what?

Charles looked at Beathan as he frowned. He knew better than anyone how cautious and ruthless Beathan could be.

Emelie had won this round by catching them off guard, but in doing so, she had also tipped her hand. The other three families were now on high alert. If she tried to use the same tactics against them again, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Samuel drove Emelie back to the hotel.

Jodie and the others followed behind.

When they arrived, Emelie bid him farewell and got out of the car. Just as she stepped onto the pavement, she heard the car door behind her click open.

She turned around to see Samuel getting out as well. She stopped and asked him in

confusion, "Do you have something else to say?"

Samuel slipped one hand into his coat pocket and walked up to her. "Hold out your hand."