"Damn it! I just knew you were hiding the money."
Declan shoved Bridget aside. His face lit up when he spotted the cash under the cushion. "Next time you pull something like this, I'll break your legs," he added.
Then, he turned to Daniel. "Brat, this isn't over. You'd better have enough cash, and maybe I'll let this slide."
At that moment, Daniel couldn't take it anymore and kicked Declan out.
Declan instantly sobered up and clutched his abdomen. "Fine. Fine. You two really know how to push buttons. But mark my words, this isn't over." With that, he turned and bolted out the door.
Daniel didn't bother chasing him. Instead, he sighed and helped Bridget, who had fallen, to her feet.
"Mr. Ashcroft, I'm so sorry you had to see this."
A flash of despair crossed her eyes. She didn't seem to care about her wounds and started tidying up the living room.
"Ms. Field, what happened?" He leaned against the doorframe.
Bridget finally broke down and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed.
Daniel let out a quiet sigh and waited patiently before walking over to hand her a tissue.
She stopped crying.
"Thank you, Mr. Ashcroft. I didn't expect you to recover." She turned to him and forced a smile.
"It's nothing. Since you're addressing me as 'Mr. Ashcroft,' it shows you've been working at the Ashcroft Group for a long time. Care to tell me what's going on?" He looked at her and asked.
Bridget sighed deeply. "Declan's my husband. I've been trying to divorce him, but he refuses. He threatened to kill my family if I left him… and I believe he'd do it.
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