My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Back to Denmark, again. 

Rupert was just like a hunger prey, he wanted me to give him a million dollars on the spot. How was that possible? A not so strong evidence for one million dollars?

“Don’t you worry, you will get the money. But I want to see real evidence. This thing that you found is not strong enough to send him to jail. Do you think I’m stupid?” I picked up my purse and stood u to leave. Rupert grabbed my wrist.

“What makes you think I have to trust you? You never plan to give me the money, or you can’t even get so much money, right!” Rupert scowled.

He was right, I really didn’t have so much money, and it’s also not easy for me to make this money appear out of thin air.

I smirked and looked at him, “Evidence is here, and you’re still worrying about not getting any money? You think Lance wouldn’t have money?”

“Jennie Gomez, what do you mean?” Rupert didn’t get what I mean.

I said, “Lance is also only human, he’s also afraid of going to jail, if you have evidence to send him to jail, do you think he wouldn’t give you the money you want? The ten million dollars you need? You weren’t able to threaten him. Why? It’s because you don’t have a strong proof!”

Rupert said, “Then I should just go to him with this tape, why am I still here talking to

you?”

“You’re not wrong, but if you give the evidence to Lance, aren’t you worried that he would take his revenge on you? Compared to him, you’re an ant, he’s an elephant. He

could make your life meaningless in just a matter of seconds. I know him very well, so if you don’t have any strong evidence, you better work with me.” I said.

And with that, I stood up and left. I figured Rupert Robinson wasn’t a dumb man, of course he would understand what I meant.

When I arrived at the mansion, Lance was already home. Strange, he normally reaches home at either around 6pm or 8pm. Why was he so early today? 

We met each other at the door.

Lance was just entering the house. He looked at me and knitted his brows together, “Where have you been to? Why didn’t you bring along the driver?”

I have already thought of an excuse to tell him the moment I saw him, so I smiled and said, “I went to the alumni gathering, the driver always drives luxurious cars, I don’t think it was suitable for that….. I didn’t want my friends to be curious.”  Back to Denmark, again.

Lance knew what I meant.

He then turned around and yelled at me, “What the hell are you waiting for? Go pack! We‘re leaving!”