Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1080 - 1076: Second Brother Makes Life a Living Hell, While You Finish People Off Directly

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1076: Second Brother Makes Life a Living Hell, While You Finish People Off Directly

Speaking of Beatrice Hargrave, Hannah Hargrave also found her hard to look at. A daughter of a mistress, yet she still carried the official title of the Hargrave Family’s second daughter. And she had the nerve to stand on equal footing with her in front of the media, which just made her feel irritated to think about.

As for Nicholas Croft and her relationship, humph, although she was jealous, she never really saw that little girl as a threat. When it came to looks, the two had their own strengths, but if it came to ability, she could leave that little bitch far behind.

Thinking of herself as a woman with good looks, high education, strong competence, and a great figure, unless a man was blind, he wouldn’t choose that stick-thin bean!

"Josephine, what nonsense are you talking about again?" Henry Hargrave scolded in displeasure, "Nicholas is taking care of Beatrice because of our family’s connection. If it weren’t for you hitting and scolding her that night, Beatrice wouldn’t have run out."

Bringing up that night, Josephine Hawthorne later felt she had lowered herself. Think about it, a woman with status and position, if people knew she acted like a shrew, how could she face anyone?

She raised her chin and snorted, saying sarcastically, "I don’t care! Give her more work so she won’t hang around the house being an eyesore!"

With that, she stood up and tugged at Hannah Hargrave’s sleeve, saying, "Hannah, come with mom to the room, I have something to tell you."

Hannah glanced at her father, got up, and followed her mother upstairs.

In Hannah’s room, as soon as they entered, Josephine hurriedly asked, "Hannah, tell me, did you take any measures after that day?"

"Measures? What measures?" Hannah asked, confused, as she casually closed the door.

Josephine glared at her daughter, sighed helplessly, and poked her on the forehead, saying, "You’re almost thirty and still acting like a child! What measures? What else could it be! Of course, I mean did you take the morning-after pill!"

Bringing up that day again, Hannah felt uneasy. She sat on the sofa, unable to meet her mother’s eyes, and said perfunctorily, "Mom, how was I supposed to know where to buy the pill in a place like that? Besides, it’s not something you can easily ask an assistant to do."

"Hannah?" Josephine immediately moved closer, her face brimming with excitement as she asked, "So you didn’t take any measures?"

Hannah...

She hugged a pillow, sheepishly shaking her head.

Josephine also sat down on the sofa, squinted her eyes slightly, calculating as she spoke to herself, "It’s been more than half a month already. Let’s wait a bit longer, and when the time comes, I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up. If you’re pregnant, we’ll have Nicholas marry you right away!"

Seeing her mother’s hopeful expression, Hannah pressed her lips together and said nothing.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed, during which Beatrice Hargrave practically lived in the recording studio, eating takeout with a few staff members and taking naps on the chairs when tired.

She could overcome fatigue, but not being able to take a shower was torture for a girl.

During this time, she had a few phone conversations with Nicholas Croft, who sent a driver to deliver some clothes for her to change into.

As for Alexander Zimmerman, after chastising her once that day, his attitude softened, and he even personally accompanied her on a duet love song to support her.

Spending a week, they recorded several singles, which the staff said was the fastest they had done. Previously, it took them a whole week to record just one.

Meanwhile, something major happened in T City.

The elder son of the Holmes Family’s import-export company got embroiled in a lawsuit and even made headlines when a third-tier actress took him to court, accusing him of drugging and raping her...

And Edward Holmes got himself hospitalized. According to media reports, after consuming a large amount of marijuana, he drank wine mixed with drugs, exhausted himself with women the whole night, and nearly died in the process.

He’s still under observation in the hospital’s ICU.

At this time, in the Shangmu Club, Nicholas Croft was lounging on the sofa with Evander Lancaster, sipping red wine. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Recalling the scene when Edward Holmes was sent to his hospital, Evander could only shake his head in disbelief.

Taking a sip of red wine and resting the glass in his palm, he exclaimed, "Bro, you really went too far. If it weren’t for the advanced equipment at my hospital, Edward Holmes would’ve been a goner."

Nicholas Croft turned his head and coldly retorted, "Gone? It was just one night, right? Could he really die from overindulgence?"

"Not that, bro. Didn’t you give him marijuana?" Evander explained with a distressed expression, having been on standby at the hospital 24/7 to ensure Edward Holmes didn’t face any life-threatening situations.

"Rest assured, it won’t be that easy for him to die!" Nicholas Croft withdrew his gaze, took a sip of wine, and said calmly, "I instructed them to give him the dosage you mentioned. I wouldn’t do anything foolish."

"Tsk tsk," Evander marveled, swirling his wine glass, shaking his head, "Bro, I used to think among us brothers, the second brother was the harshest. Now I realize you’re ten times harsher. The second brother leaves people wishing they were dead, while you just finish them off!"

Just as Evander finished speaking, the private room door was pushed open from outside, and Nathan Moore entered, dressed casually with ash-gray pants and a round-neck T-shirt, topped with a short trench coat.

As he walked in, he casually said, "Fourth brother, what bad things are you saying about me again?"

It was a normal tone, yet it gave off a sense of pressure.

Evander sighed, drooping his shoulders, thinking, just my luck. It was just a metaphor, yet the second brother overheard it.

With Nathan Moore leaning back on the sofa, seemingly waiting for an explanation, Evander quickly smiled and said, "Second brother, I wasn’t bad-mouthing you, I was praising you."

"Oh? Really?" Nathan Moore questioned, leaning against the sofa armrest, propping his head and looking at him, "How so? Say it again so I can hear."

Evander...

Facing Nathan Moore’s playful gaze, he sighed and said, "I just said that our eldest brother’s methods are harsher than yours. You just torment people, but he aims to do them in."

Nathan Moore withdrew his gaze, leaned over to pour himself a glass of red wine, and said casually, "Our eldest brother’s targets are those who deserve it. That Edward Holmes was lucky enough to get involved with his woman. If it were mine... hmph," Nathan Moore coldly chuckled, and even without saying more, his two brothers understood.

Nathan Moore was known for his loyalty, something all four brothers knew. He never got involved with women and never gave them a chance to approach him. Not even Nicholas Croft could compare in this regard.

After sipping some wine, Nathan Moore turned to Nicholas Croft, "Eldest brother, the arrangements have been made. As soon as Edward Holmes is discharged, he’ll be locked up, and you can inform the media to magnify the issue. Buy some internet influencers to steer public opinion, and no matter how much money his father spends, he won’t get him out."