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?"

"I believe this will be the beginning of a very beneficial partnership for both of us."

Florine hesitated for only a moment before reaching forward and shaking his hand.

Neither of them noticed the faint smile tugging at France’s lips.

The deal had been made.

And with it, the first move in a far more dangerous game had quietly begun.

***

Ivy had just finished filming a scene and was finally taking a short break when her phone began buzzing nonstop.

At first, she ignored it, assuming it was another work-related notification.

But when it continued vibrating without pause, she picked it up with a slight frown.

The messages were coming from their old school group chat.

Curious, she opened it.

The chat was flooded with gossip.

Everyone was talking about Nora.

Having been occupied with filming since early morning, Ivy hadn’t had the chance to keep up with everything that had happened online. She quietly scrolled through the endless stream of messages, reading one after another.

Most of them were speculations.

Some mocked Nora for the scandal, while others debated whether she would actually face prison time.

Then one message caught her attention.

Her expression instantly darkened.

"Nora has been released on bail."

Ivy read the message twice to make sure she hadn’t misunderstood.

A few seconds later, Olivia’s familiar rant appeared in the chat, angrily criticizing the outcome and questioning how Nora had managed to get out so quickly.

Ivy barely glanced at the messages that followed.

Her thoughts were already elsewhere.

She got bail...

Her brows slowly furrowed.

How?

She knew better than anyone that Xander had refused to help Florine.

With Aaron and the Emerson family staying out of the matter, there shouldn’t have been anyone influential enough to intervene.

Yet somehow...

Florine had still managed to get Nora released.

Who helped her?

That question lingered in Ivy’s mind as an uneasy feeling slowly settled in her chest.