Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 116

Hawthorne Corp. was his life's work. He couldn't just stand by and watch it go bankrupt!

Julius shot Frederick an icy glare. "Stop shouting. Go to the bank for a loan tomorrow. They won't make things difficult for you anymore.

As for what you use as collateral and how much they approve you for, that's your problem. And let me give you a piece of advice: don't bite off more than you can chew.

Your blind greed is going to leave you with absolutely nothing. Watch your step, Mr. Hawthorne. Unless Stella reaches out to you first, do not bother her ever again.

Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy. Bankrupting your company only takes one word from me. If you don't go looking for trouble, trouble won't find you. Consider yourself warned. Now step aside!"

As they were walking out, Stella casually called out to the bodyguard, "Grab my baseball bat on the way out. That's solid steel. I paid fifty bucks for it online, and it's great for self-defense."

The bodyguard retrieved her bat and dutifully followed them out.

So the madam was the one who bought the bat. When he walked in and saw Frederick holding it, he had assumed it belonged to the Hawthorne family.

Remembering the sheer devastation she had caused the last time she wrecked the house, he knew the madam wasn't some helpless damsel. She had definitely just been putting on a show for the boss!

After bringing Stella back home, Julius cooked dinner for her.

Over their meal, they discussed everything that had unfolded at the Hawthorne estate.

"Stella, what are you going to do about your mother's ashes?"

"I don't have any solid leads right now. All I can do is keep searching for my grandfather."

Deep down, she felt completely lost. If her grandfather was the one who took the ashes, why did he leave a message with her mentors telling her to go back to the Hawthorne house and retrieve them when she turned twenty?

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