CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 135 A Mother's Fury

Chapter 135 A Mother's Fury Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Wilfred raised an eyebrow, but he didn't lay it bare.

He shook hands with Paul and said, "Hello, can we go inside and talk?"

"Of course, please come on in." Paul was going out, but since the two had arrived, he dismissed the idea.

Lilian didn't know what Wilfred was up to, but this man was reliable enough, so she followed them inside.

Paul warmly invited them inside, serving water and fruits.

Once inside, Wilfred glanced around the room. The sofa was slightly messy with a worn-out blanket piled on top, completely out of place in this luxurious room.

He picked up the blanket, and without even sniffing it, the unmistakable scent of an elderly person wafted into his nose.

"Oh, Mr. Landau, it's dirty. Let me take it inside." Paul grabbed the blanket and hurried into the bathroom, tossing it into the laundry basket.

Wilfred walked around the room, noticing a bowl and a set of kitchenware resting on top of the wine cabinet beside the dining room.

Someone was cooking in the kitchen, but the door was closed, so he couldn't see who it was.

After Paul came out, Wilfred asked him, "Is your wife cooking in the kitchen?"

Paul's expression changed. His wife had gone to her mother's house, and it was his mother who was cooking.

He forced a smile and said, "Well, it's my mother. You know, old people can't sit still."

Wilfred nodded and returned to the sofa, sitting down. "Let's get down to business."

Paul's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together. "Did your wife tell you?"

Wilfred nodded. "Yes, she did. So, there's no need for you to put on a show here. Get straight to the point."

Paul chuckled. It seemed that the old woman still had some status in the Landau family after all these years. Now that Mr. Landau was here, he could extort a sum of money.

Suddenly, he felt that 800 thousand dollars wasn't enough.

"Alright, I won't beat around the bush. Give me 800 thousand dollars, and you can take my mother away. No bargaining."

Lilian grew anxious, trying to say something. It was a shame that she couldn't speak, and Paul didn't understand sign language. She could only fret silently.

Wilfred gave her a reassuring look.

"What you're doing is blackmailing. She is your mother, yet you're using her to extort money. It's tantamount to kidnapping. Aren't you afraid of us filing a lawsuit against you and sending you to prison?"

Paul's expression changed. The pleasing smile he had before disappeared.

His face fell, and he said, "You can go ahead! She's my mother, and I can do as I please. Do you think you can scare me? Do you have any evidence? If you want to sue me, go ahead. I didn't kidnap her."

"But you are blackmailing us. That can be used as evidence, right?" Wilfred said.

Paul froze and then grew impatient. "Why did you come here? Do you want to talk or not? If you don't, then leave quickly. Your family is rich, but you're unwilling to give us 800 thousand dollars. Shame on you, bah!"

"If we leave, will you treat your mother well?"

Paul laughed and spat. "Why do you care? If you don't want to give me money, then stop pretending to be good people."

Fabiana emerged from the kitchen and knocked Paul's head with a spatula.

"Beast! Do you want to trade me for 800 thousand dollars? Why don't you just kill me?"

Paul covered his head and turned around, glaring at Fabiana. He raised his hand, ready to slap her. "You old hag, do you have a death wish?"

Fabiana wasn't afraid at all. She stubbornly presented her face to him and said, "Hit me! Go ahead and hit me! Let them see how you treat your mother, you heartless beast. You deserve to be penniless."

Paul's chest heaved with anger. If it weren't for the fear that this old woman couldn't bear the blow, he would have already struck her.

He only wanted money, and he didn't want to commit a crime.