Chapter 262 Are The Things Of The Fowler Family Useful?
“It seems I didn’t mistake you, you really are a jerk.”
This sentence, spoken by Hazel, was filled with irony.
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Keegan’s eyes flickered slightly. It had been decades since he had heard that name, and now when he stepped out, all he received was the deferential respect of others.
As he came to his senses, he immediately restrained the expression on his face.
He was no longer the young driver of the past, even in the land of limited space like Los Angeles, he had already established his position several decades ago.
Stepping on the thick carpet, Hazel observed the quickly changing emotions in him.
Keegan looked up and saw the little girl standing in front of him, and as he locked eyes with her, it was as if he saw the influential figure who once dominated Los Angeles.
The man who was respectfully referred to as “Mr. Fowler” by both the black and white communities.
He was Hazel’s grandfather.
In the past, he didn’t even have the courage to make eye contact with that person. Now, he is being oppressed by his granddaughter, and in Keegan’s heart, there is an indescribable emotion that is constantly fermenting.
He thought of Jessie, the belle of the once glorious Fowler family in Los Angeles. After the Fowler family encountered trouble, she was secretly sent away from Los Angeles and was never heard from again.
So, did she marry into the Robinson family under an assumed name?
An inexplicable sense of melancholy silently spread in Keegan’s heart.
The man’s eyes seemed to be longing for someone as they saw the repulsive emotions in his eyes. Hazel furrowed her brow and took two steps back, clearly showing her disgust.
Is this old man thinking about her mother?
As long as the possibility existed.
Hazel felt a disgusting sensation as if she had stepped on something dirty.
The shattered window, with all the glass broken, let in the cold wind that whistled through the autumn night, making her thoughts clearer and her mind even calmer.
Hazel didn’t actually say anything wrong.
From the moment Keegan laid eyes on her photo, he had already started to doubt her identity.
He årranged for a private detective to secretly investigate her relationship with the Fowler family, but strangely, not a single piece of information about Jessie could be found.
There was only one explanation for the existence of this situation.
A person with a powerful background, strong enough to conceal all relevant traces, directly erased everything about Jessie in the background.
This made his inner panic constantly magnify.
Keegan helped his daughter take care of the two–year–old child not only because it was the daughter of her love rival, but also because he suspected that it was a member of the Fowler family.
“Was the Fowler family’s stuff good to use?”
“After using it for so many years, shouldn’t it be time to give it back to me?”
Her words were like a bolt from the blue, shattering Susan’s just regained sanity.
“What nonsense are you talking about! The Wilcox family was built by my father’s hard work, what does it have to do with you? Hazel, how shameless can you be!”
The delicate contours
on
the side tightened, and
a
beat.
barely audible chuckle made Keegan’s heart skip a
I caught a glimpse of the familiar mockery in her eyes, and he inexplicably thought of the business tycoon who could make Los Angeles tremble with just a cold snort.
…Marlon Fowler!
Hazel coldly asked, “Was it me who started it, or was it you who started it?”
Susan, who still couldn’t make out what was going on inside her, wanted to continue despite the pain in her body. However, her own father knocked her unconscious with a single blow.
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Susan: “What’s going on?!”
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The piercing sound in her ears disappeared, and Hazel immediately had Johnson tie up Keegan and take him away. She had something to ask
him.
But the Stevens family, she no longer wanted to continue staying.
Before leaving, she took one last look at the silent Sebastian, sighed in her heart, and left the Stevens family directly.
Johnson’s people were very experienced in this regard, leaving
fingerprints behind and quickly retreating.
As for the surveillance, it had long been destroyed by Leo.
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Gabriel, who did not leave together, stood in the shadow of the lights in the Stevens‘ villa living room, thinking about how Hazel didn’t give him a single glance when she left just now. His eyes darkened, and he smiled silently.
Enrique looked at his boss with some concern. He had worked all night and not even received a single glance from Ms. Robinson.
Wasn’t this treatment too lamentable?
Look, they all forced their boss to put on a brave smile.
He nudged his colleague’s arm with his elbow and said, “Hey, why didn’t Ms. Robinson even glance at our boss?”
Matthew moved aside half a step in silence, “Do you live by the seaside?”
Enrique nodded and looked at him, saying, “Yeah, how did you know? I grew up by the seaside since I was a child. I will take you to play for two days another day.”
“Hurry up and finish!”
“Finish it, just finish it. Why be so aggressive… I, Enrique, am still gentle.”
After saying that, he immediately stomped on the chair on the ground and shattered it.
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The next morning.
An explosive news shocked both inside and outside Los Angeles.
The head of the Stevens family, Calvin, died.
The news broke that Mrs. Stevens from the Stevens family personally shot and killed her worthless son to seek justice for her daughter–in–law.
The Los Angeles media directly exposed Calvin’s affair during his marriage for over a decade, and the fact that he had a love child with his mistress. He attempted to make his legitimate son earn money to support the illegitimate child for the rest of his life.
As soon as the news broke, it made all the spectators widen their eyes.
At the scene of the arrest of the Stevens family grandmother, the media captured the faces of Helena and Quincy, as well as the wounds on their limbs, which also sent shivers down the spines of netizens.
We gave a thumbs up to Abbie’s act of sacrificing her own family.
Little did they know, Abbie had her own troubles to bear.
No matter how she defended herself, there was no evidence to prove that she didn’t do it. Even Helena and Quincy, who had been on her side, suddenly turned against her, saying that she was the mastermind behind this incident.
The reason they did this was very simple.
legitimize
Helena
and Quincy.
Two
Calvin had years ago,
been wanting to divorce Alanna and
Abbie strongly opposed it, feeling that the Stevens family couldn’t afford to lose face.
Helena and Quincy had been silently harboring resentment in their hearts, and this time they finally found an opportunity for revenge.
What awaited Abbie was a retirement life with free meals and accommodation.
And Alanna, since she took the pill given by Hazel, she would always wake up in the middle of the night with palpitations, feeling so uncomfortable that she would bang her head against the wall.
Sebastian buried Calvin, using the cheapest version of an urn.
As for Helena and Quincy, he directly took back the house and car that Calvin had given to them, under the pretext of marital property, and left them with money for medical treatment.
Helena and Quincy, who relied on Calvin for their livelihood, had the habit of not saving any money. As a result of their perpetual idleness, they eventually couldn’t even afford to hire a caregiver and began a life of begging.
These afterwords were no longer the focus of Hazel’s attention.
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Her focus is now on her daughter.
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night,
she returned to the
and hospital
saw Ethan
silently
tears shedding
by Leila’s bedside.
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As soon as I saw her, she cried even harder and fiercer.
Well, her two–year–old daughter didn’t need her to coax her, but her twenty–something–year–old brother became addicted.
She and Ethan both stayed in the ward waiting for Leila to wake up.
In the late night.
Leila suddenly cried out in her sleep, her voice trembling.
“Wuwuwu, Mom…”
Hazel hurriedly picked up the child and paced back and forth in the hospital room.
She gently patted her daughter’s back and comforted her as they walked, “Leila, don’t be afraid, Mommy is here.”
“Mom scared away all the bad people, and they will never hurt Leila again.”
Leila tightly grasped Hazel’s clothes, her thick eyelashes dampened by tears, appearing particularly heart–wrenching.
