CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: IT SEEMS PRESIDENT GALLAGHER REALLY DOTES ON YOU

"It’s not me, this is not me--"

Vivian Shaw was on the verge of collapse, terrified and helpless, tears of regret streaming down.

It’s all over now.

Her beautiful life had just begun, and it’s going to be completely ruined?

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The phone’s ringtone was like a midnight horror, vibrating madly without stopping.

Vivian Shaw, as if facing a bomb, screamed in despair and retreated!

"Don’t come looking for me, don’t come looking for me..."

Until the phone’s ringtone automatically hung up.

Only then did she tremblingly walk over to her phone and look at the caller display.

Indeed, it was that blackmail number.

The other side sent several more snipped video clips.

At that time, she was unconscious, behaving extremely coquettishly and cheaply, desperately seeking pleasure.

If her brother saw these videos...

She would truly rather die.

"Beep!"

Another message arrived.

[Miss Shaw, I know your home address. If you don’t want these exciting videos to spread all over the internet, just cooperate obediently with me.]

[Rest assured, as long as you cooperate obediently, I will delete all the videos, and never bother you again. Don’t attempt to call the police; I have backed up the videos many times. If you call the police, I assure you that all websites will explode with your scandal tomorrow.]

Vivian Shaw read the message, took several heavy breaths, and shakily replied:

[What exactly do you want?]

After the message was sent.

There was no more movement.

She curled up on the sofa, anxious and uneasy, waiting for the other side to send a message.

Twenty minutes later.

"Ding dong ding dong!"

The doorbell unexpectedly rang.

Vivian Shaw was so frightened she shivered all over, hesitating and not daring to open the door.

She opened the video surveillance at the door for a look.

At the door.

There stood a tall man, wearing a black jacket, a baseball cap, and a mask.

Judging by the figure, it seemed it wasn’t the bodyguard from that night.

The man in black seemed to guess she was watching the surveillance, slightly lifted his head, and gave the camera a wicked smile, "Open the door."

Vivian Shaw was frightened and panicked.

"Ding dong ding dong--"

The doorbell was like a death knell.

Each ring felt like a heavy blow to her heart.

"Miss Shaw, I know you are home. If you don’t open the door, I’ll leave. It seems you don’t want to resolve the issue peacefully."

The threatening voice of the man in black came from the phone’s surveillance.

Vivian Shaw tightly pulled her hair, collapsing and desperate.

She had just graduated from the University of Trinovia, a highly educated beauty returned from abroad, and was a high-paid manager at The Gallagher Group. Maybe soon, she could become the wife of the Gallagher’s billion-dollar conglomerate.

If her naked photos and videos were exposed online, her life would be completely ruined.

She couldn’t even bear to imagine what kind of public opinion she would face?

She would rather silently die than suffer online attacks.

"Ding dong ding dong--"

When the doorbell rang again.

Vivian Shaw finally summoned the courage, tremblingly opened the door.

"Click!"

As the doorway slowly opened.

The man in black smiled wickedly at her, walking in like an evil spirit.

"...How much money do you want?" Vivian Shaw’s lips were pale, summoning the courage to ask.

The man in black slowly took off his mask, evilly reaching out to stroke her chin, "Miss Shaw is so smart!"

Vivian Shaw looked up at his appearance.

The man in black had a square face, sparse eyebrows, triangular eyes, and was sleazy and greasy.

She had never seen this person at all, and he wasn’t the bodyguard from that night.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

The man in black chuckled, "Benny owed me money and sold me this video."

"Then how much money do you want?"

The man in black listened, with interest walked around the room, "Ssssss~, this mansion is worth at least 50 million, isn’t it?"

"It seems President Gallagher really spoils you!"

Vivian Shaw’s eyes flashed, desperately asking, "Don’t talk nonsense, just tell me how much money you want?"

"Haha~, Miss Shaw misunderstood. Not only do I not want money, but once the matter is accomplished, I will also give you a large sum." The man in black finished speaking, leeringly laughed at her.

Vivian Shaw heard and was so frightened she hurriedly hugged her chest and retreated, "What exactly do you want?"

"Miss Shaw, I just want you to help with a small favor, extremely simple."

Vivian looked uneasy: "What kind of favor?"

"I heard your dad is the head driver for The Gallagher Family. He’s also in charge of arranging transportation for the Crown Prince Gallagher to and from school, right?"

Vivian’s expression changed with panic upon hearing this, "...What exactly are you trying to do?"

The man in black smiled wickedly and pulled her into his arms, his hands moving freely, "Miss Shaw, don’t be so scared, relax a little, relax a little."

"I won’t hurt you, I’m much more considerate than Benny. Just cooperate obediently, and we can become friends!"

Vivian trembled, desperately trying to break free, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I just need you to provide the precise time and the type and route of the car Crown Prince Gallagher uses."

Boom!

Vivian’s mind exploded, becoming even more terrified, "You all... you all want to kidnap Henny?"

"You can’t do this, how much money do you need? I can give it to you. Don’t think you can use me to get information, I won’t tell you. Besides, I don’t know."

The man in black laughed sinisterly, "Miss Shaw, don’t make it sound so bad. Mr. Gallagher is so wealthy, we’re just asking him to help the needy!"

"After everything is done, we’ll even give you a bonus..."

"No... impossible, I don’t know. How much money do you want? If I have it, I can give it to you!"

"Ha-ha, I’m not asking you for money, you couldn’t afford it anyway. Just obediently provide Young Master Gallagher’s travel information, and you don’t have to do anything else, it’s that simple."

Her father, David Shaw, is in charge of arranging transportation for Henry Gallagher to and from school.

And there are more than a dozen cars for the Gallagher Family to pick up and drop Henry Gallagher off at school. Because The Gallagher Family is so rich, they inevitably attract criminals. Therefore, the car Henry Gallagher uses for school changes every day, and there are more than ten bodyguards by his side.

To kidnap Henry Gallagher, the robbers need a very meticulous plan, and most importantly, accurate travel information.

"I... I don’t know... I really don’t know." Vivian resisted, collapsing.

"Pa-pa!" Two slaps rang out crisply.

Seeing her uncooperative, the man in black swung his arm and slapped her twice.

"Ah ah ah..." Vivian fell to the ground, almost fainting from the pain.

"Miss Shaw, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! I have no patience to persuade you, if you don’t agree, don’t blame me for not being considerate!"

With that, he grabbed her hair and dragged her into the room.

"Ah ah--"

"Let go of me, don’t touch me--"

"As long as you don’t touch me, I’ll... I’ll try." Vivian was scared and panicked, left with no choice but to desperately submit.

The man in black laughed, "That’s more like it, let’s have a pleasant cooperation, why not?"

"If I tell you, will you really delete all the videos?" Vivian tearfully asked painfully.

"Also, you can’t harm Henny’s life."

The man in black: "Don’t worry, we’re in this business too, and we value integrity. We’re only after money, as long as Mr. Gallagher promptly pays the ransom for his son, we guarantee that not a hair on Young Master Gallagher’s head will be harmed."

Vivian climbed up from the ground, calming her emotions, "...Alright, then I agree."

The man in black smiled wickedly, "Pleasant cooperation."

...

Audenburg University Hospital.

After rescue efforts, Master Thompson finally turned the corner.

Seeing his grandfather regain consciousness.

Josephine Thompson hurriedly stepped forward, looking at her grandfather with guilt and worry, "Grandpa, you’re finally awake? I’m sorry! I... I shouldn’t have said those things."

Master Thompson took a long pause, his awareness gradually clearing, "Silly child, what are you blaming yourself for? It’s all Grandpa’s fault for not guarding things properly."

"Grandpa, don’t say that. It’s not your fault; it’s me being too impulsive."

"...Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Once Grandpa is discharged, he will stand up for you. The Gallaghers dare to act dishonorably, we must settle the score with them." Master Thompson remained furious, heartbroken over his granddaughter’s plight.

Josephine sighed deeply, her voice sorrowful, "Grandpa, don’t pursue it anymore, it’s meaningless. Now, I just want to divorce Nathaniel Gallagher quickly and completely cut ties with The Gallagher Family. I don’t want to waste any more energy or time pursuing it."

"How can that be? You’ve suffered such a big loss; it can’t end just like that."

"Grandpa, let it go!"

She didn’t want to pursue right or wrong anymore.

Now she just wanted a divorce, didn’t want to continue entangling.

The result of pursuing it could only be two-fold.

If she won the case, Nathaniel Gallagher would go to jail, and after he came out, he would seek revenge. Moreover, The Gallagher Family had a powerful legal team, they could twist black into white. Even if he was guilty, they would find ways to absolve him or face a very light penalty.

Or, she could lose the case and then be countersued by Nathaniel Gallagher, accusing her of slander, etc.

In short, no matter the result, both sides would end up ruined, both injured. Moreover, legal cases sometimes drag on for years, even decades.

Therefore, she did not want to continue entangling, stopping losses in time was the clearest.

"Sigh~, you’re such a child, Grandpa just feels sorry for you!"

"Grandpa, you said before. Learn from your mistakes; stand firm after falling. This time, it was my lack of judgment, I deserve to pay for my mistakes."

"..." Master Thompson listened, filled with heartache, unsure of what more to say.

"Beep beep beep..."

Jamila Jacobs called.

Josephine took out her phone, glanced at it, and instinctively stood up, "Grandpa, I’m going to take a call."

Leaving the ward.

"Hello~, Jamila."

On the other end, Jamila Jacobs’ helpless voice came through, "Josephine, my friend’s investigation results are out."

"How is it?"

Jamila Jacobs: "Every time Nathaniel Gallagher goes to Vessia, it’s always to the same exclusive sanatorium."

Josephine was slightly startled, "Sanatorium? What does he go there for?"

"Sigh~, the security measures at that sanatorium are too confidential. Damn, they’re more confidential than the country’s banks. If you’re not a member of that sanatorium, you can’t access the inside at all."