Chapter 590
Chapter 590:
“Richard, what are we supposed to do now? I’m terrified Rosanna might actually go through with something reckless!” Sandra’s voice broke as she wiped away fresh tears. “Rosanna had already lost so much. She was taken from us as a child, had…
To survive the slums all by herself, and finally made her way back, only to face more pain. Forcing her any further just isn’t right p>
“We’ll stick to Vince’s plan,” Richard replied quietly.
With Rosanna refusing to marry Axell, Vince became their last hope.
He crushed his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray, his gaze weary and rimmed red. “If Maia has even an ounce of sympathy, she’ll do what we ask. If she refuses, then she shouldn’t blame me for what comes next. Either way, she’s set to get a divorce p>
Sandra hesitated, brows knitting in concern. “But we don’t even know who Maia married. How could we even get her to divorce him? Let alone have her marry Vince p>
“That’s not it,” Richard said, a sly glint flickering in his eyes as he turned to Sandra. “We don’t have to figure out who Maia married. None of that matters p>
A twisted smile spread across his face as he explained, “Maia’s name is everywhere now. The more people celebrate her, the more they’re watching her every move. The crowd that celebrates her success today could just as easily tear her apart tomorrow. The higher they hold her up, the harder they’ll enjoy watching her crash. It doesn’t take much for that praise to turn into spite. When the crowd turns on her, Maia’s husband will want nothing to do with the mess. Once Maia’s been stripped of everything, Vince can walk right in and pick up the pieces.
Richard’s words dripped with cold certainty as he explained his idea to Sandra. “It’s when someone’s lost everything that they’ll grab onto the first hand that reaches for them. Vince just needs to be there when Maia falls p>
Sandra struggled to follow, confusion flickering in her eyes. “And how are you going to pull that off p>
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Richard leaned closer, dropping his voice to a near-whisper as he revealed the details of his scheme.
Sandra’s eyes widened, shocked by the ruthless plan.
“But what if her husband just shrugs it off?” Sandra asked, still uncertain.
With a heavy sigh, Richard shook his head. “There’s not a man alive who could ignore something like this p>
His expression turned firm, voice low. “Tomorrow, I’m going to Maia. I’ll make sure she hears me out — no matter what it takes p>
At South Lake in Wront, there was a local food restaurant that was quite popular among the young.
Inside, just as Roland reached for the door to the private room, Elvira caught his arm, halting him mid-motion. “Hold on a second p>
She rose on tiptoe, adjusting the collar of his pale suit with meticulous care. Her eyes scanned his face, then narrowed with teasing disapproval. “Loosen up a bit, will you? We’re having dinner with Maia, not walking into a courtroom. Could you try looking less like you’re heading to your own execution p>
Roland mustered a faint smile, but it came off strained — tinged with discomfort and a trace of exhaustion.
He’d spent hours being dragged across town by Elvira for the perfect outfit. She’d insisted that making a good impression tonight was nonnegotiable.
This light-colored suit he wore now certainly had the potential to catch the eye, but he felt somewhat uncomfortable in it.
“Forget it,” Elvira sighed, rolling her eyes in mock defeat. “Just be yourself. But remember what I told you — follow my lead.” Roland gave a resigned nod.
Without another word, Elvira flung the door open. “Maia! We’re—” She stopped cold.