Chapter 1572 - 1571: Cripple Her, Bring Down Grant Group, and Gift 20 Billion?

Chapter 1572: Chapter 1571: Cripple Her, Bring Down Grant Group, and Gift 20 Billion?

The main point is, damn it, he’s holding Eliana Beckett in his arms, her body wrapped in his white shirt.

She paid the price, fainting on the spot from the ordeal.

The maid immediately understood, her aged face turning red as she bowed her head, "Mr. Gale, please carry Madam upstairs first. I’ll have the kitchen prepare a meal."

"Mm." The man nodded sparingly.

In no time, he was already carrying Eliana Beckett upstairs.

Only then did the maid catch her breath, not yet able to process the scene she had witnessed.

She unintentionally saw kiss marks on both of them just moments ago.

*

He placed Eliana Beckett on the bed.

The man walked to the wardrobe room, choosing a blue tailored suit, low-key yet noble.

After dressing, he headed downstairs.

"When she wakes up, tell her I’ve gone on a long trip."

"Sir, aren’t you having dinner? Where are you headed?"

"Not eating." His aura of nobility was strong, and he seemed in great spirits. His handsome features were deep and well-defined, his eyes as mysterious and elegant as amber, vast like the universe.

It was as if nothing had happened; he looked energetic, showing no signs of any issues.

"Sir..." The maid wanted to persuade him to stay for dinner before leaving, but it seemed he had urgent business to attend to, leaving in haste.

With long strides, he quickly reached the limited edition, extended Bentley at the entrance and got in.

"Sir, the latest news is that Miss Eva Nightingale is at the Seven-star Nightfall Palace hotel, being flown daily by private jet. She’s very close to the Imperial President."

"Initial investigation revealed their marriage is a contract one. Logically, there’s one month left in the marriage term, and by contract, it should end then."

"However, current investigation shows their relationship is very good. Particularly, the Imperial President, since Eva Nightingale’s incident, has only been to the Presidential Mansion once and has spent the rest of the time with her."

"Currently, all the Presidential Mansion’s duties are being handled by the ministers and deputy ministers. The Imperial President has almost entirely dedicated his time to Eva Nightingale, sending a fresh bouquet of red roses every day...."

Listening to the report from his subordinate, the lazily postured man slightly frowned, both satisfied and with some grievances.

He was jealous!

Although Eva Nightingale didn’t reject him, in the brief time they spent together, he knew that Eva trusted him, yet she remained distant.

On the contrary, Victor Gale didn’t know how to approach her or show concern.

As the driver started the car, the assistant with gold-rimmed glasses beside him continued the report, "Boss, investigations show that the accident that day wasn’t entirely coincidental. The other party was the eldest Miss of the Grant Family, a graduate of Columbia University in the United States, who had coveted the Imperial President for a long time. She secretly contacted some underworld and detective agencies, spending a lot of money to have them gather information for her. That day at the airport, she was following him, so perhaps the car accident was a long-planned event."

The temperature inside the car suddenly dropped to a chilling low.

The man’s tone carried a bloodthirsty and tyrannical air, "No one can bully my treasure, go find out which hospital the Grant woman is at."

"Yes." The assistant nodded, internally sighing.

The Grant woman was really oblivious!

"Mr. Gale, do you mean... should she be spared?"

"First make her disabled, then crush and absorb Grant Group, transferring it all under treasure’s name. Transfer 20 billion from my assets to treasure’s name as well."