Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie) novel Chapter 752

They had been itching for action for a long time. If it hadn't been for Valerie holding them back, Charles would have led a team to confront Fred the last time he appeared. Now that Valerie's approval had been secured, Charles thought, 'This time, Fred is finished!'

At this moment, Fred was lounging in his presidential suite, enjoying drinks and music. He was reveling in what he thought were the good times finally arriving. He had just received news that Valerie and her team had gone to the Mckee family. Given his temperament, Fred was sure that Jared would have a serious falling out with her. In the ensuing conflict, he believed Valerie wouldn't come out on top.

Jared's assets didn't match up to the Grant family's, but his reputation as a well-respected figure from a well-educated family in Kranson City was substantial. Fred anticipated that if the two clashed, Valerie would likely come out worse for it. Just thinking about it made him so pleased that he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Fred's mood soured immediately as he heard the loud banging on the door. "Who's making such a racket?" he snapped, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

"Open up, it's room service!" the person said.

Fred frowned. "What kind of training is this hotel providing? What do you mean 'room service,' are you trying to scare me?" He walked over to the door grumbling, but as soon as he opened it, Charles kicked him hard, sending Fred crashing to the floor. He was momentarily dazed and nearly lost consciousness, taking a while to recover.

Valerie slowly walked in and said, "Mr. Grant, you seem to be living quite comfortably, enjoying your time in the presidential suite and sipping wine. It's truly a pleasant life! If I remember correctly, you've been expelled from the Grant family. So, isn't it rather fitting that you're still spending the Grant family's money?"

Fred was stunned for a moment, then, clutching his stomach in anger, he shouted, "Valerie Warren, you insolent girl!"

"How dare you! Show some respect when Mrs. Grant is speaking to you!" Charles snapped. Fred was startled, and as he looked at the people they had brought, he was momentarily confused. He thought, 'Shouldn't the trouble be with Jared? Why were they here instead?' Fred instinctively felt a wave of panic.

Fred felt a sinking feeling in his chest as he watched them barge in. "What are you trying to do? Valerie Warren, this isn't your Noria Group—you're not welcome here. If you dare lay a hand on me, try it!"

Valerie waved her hand, and Charles and his team immediately seized Fred, beating him mercilessly as he cried out for mercy. They had been holding back their anger for too long, targeting his body to avoid leaving visible marks. Fred's cries grew louder and more desperate. Seeing him in such a pitiful state, Valerie couldn't help but frown.

Once they had nearly finished, Fred, writhing in pain and clutching his body, knelt before Valerie. She smiled and said, "I originally didn't want to teach you this harshly, after all, you are an elder. But then I remembered how you never considered Matthew your junior, so I thought it best to let you feel the consequences firsthand. Fred Grant, you are impressive, daring to instigate Jared Mckee to spread rumors and cause Grandma to be hospitalized. I specifically came here to settle this score with you!"

Valerie patted his face, and Fred's panic became palpable. "Y-You don't have any evidence! How can you make such accusations?"