Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Who helped her

Florine stared out of the car window, her thoughts in turmoil.

She still wasn’t sure whether trusting France was the right decision.

After all, her son had never left her with a favorable impression. Ever since he had fallen into gambling, he had done little besides ask her for money and drag the family into one problem after another.

Under normal circumstances, she would never have agreed to follow him.

But these were hardly normal circumstances.

Nora was sitting in custody, and if things continued the way they were, she could spend years behind bars.

Florine had run out of options.

"Mom."

France’s voice pulled her back to reality.

"We’re here."

She looked out the window and immediately frowned.

The mansion before her was grand enough to rival the wealthiest estates in the city. Iron gates surrounded the sprawling property, while a long driveway led to an imposing residence that radiated prestige.

Her brows knitted together.

Where on earth has he brought me?

She turned sharply toward her son.

"France, don’t tell me this belongs to one of your creditors."

Her expression darkened.

"If you’ve dragged me here to beg one of your loan sharks for money, you can stop the car right now."

She folded her arms.

"I’m not humiliating myself because of your mistakes."

France merely sighed.

"Would you relax for once?"

"I’m serious."

"So am I."

He unfastened his seatbelt and looked at her calmly.

"You said you’d trust me."

"So don’t go back on your word before you’ve even seen why I brought you here."

Without waiting for her response, France stepped out of the car.

Florine remained seated for several seconds.

Every instinct told her to leave.

Yet curiosity—and desperation—ultimately won.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and followed him through the massive gates.

The butler led them into an elegant sitting room, where a middle-aged man was already waiting.

The moment Florine saw him, she stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

Gavin Emerson...

She had never met him personally.

Still, his face was impossible not to recognize.

As the chairman of the Emerson family, Gavin frequently appeared in business magazines and financial news.

He was a man with immense influence.

Compared to him, the only member of the Emerson family Florine had ever interacted with was Lilianna—and that had only been because she had hoped Aaron would marry Nora one day.

How does France know someone like him?

Her confusion deepened as she watched her son walk over and take a seat as though this meeting had been arranged long ago.

After a brief hesitation, Florine sat down opposite Gavin.

A polite smile appeared on his face.

"Mrs. Ford," he greeted. "Thank you for coming."

Florine returned a cautious nod.

"I appreciate your invitation, Mr. Emerson."

Gavin folded his hands neatly on the table.

"I heard Xander refused to help secure Nora’s bail."

His words struck their mark.

Florine’s expression stiffened.

So...

He already knew.

Before she could respond, Gavin continued in a calm, measured voice.

"I’m sorry you’ve found yourself in such a difficult situation."

There was sympathy in his tone.

But Florine had lived long enough to recognize that sympathy and sincerity were not always the same thing.

People like Gavin Emerson never did anything without a reason.

This meeting was no coincidence.

He wanted something.

Gavin leaned back comfortably in his chair.

"Fortunately," he said with a faint smile, "I believe I can help your daughter."

Florine’s heartbeat quickened.

"You can?"

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