Chapter 121

Gilmore brought the BMW to a halt on a busy road. Lilian reflected on his reckless speed through the city streets and alleys—frightening yet thrilling. She was greatly surprised he'd evaded the black Land Rover.

After stopping, Gilmore glanced at Lilian and said, “Lilian, find a nearby hotel and book a room. Wait for me there. I've found a way to destroy Clinton. When I'm done, I'll pick you up. Don't leave the room until I arrive, so Clinton's people won't know your whereabouts.”

Lilian had no idea how he planned to defeat Clinton, but she had complete confidence in Gilmore. “Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll book a room and wait for you.”

Lilian exited the car, waving to Gilmore. “Be careful!”

Gilmore nodded and drove away.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa in Vista Verde, a lovely young woman in her twenties sat on the sofa. She possessed willow-shaped eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, and wore a fashionable white polka-dot dress from Milan. She looked like a goddess. This goddess was Helene, the eldest daughter of the Field family.

Murdoch, sitting on the sofa, handed Helene a document. “Miss, I found the shareholders’ agreement your father hid in his study. It states you own 10 percent of Horizon Group’s shares. This document allows you to return to the company.”

Clinton had driven Helene out of the Field family and bribed Horizon Group executives, costing her her vice-presidency. But Murdoch, the housekeeper, had always considered Helene his true master—Graham’s favorite and most valued successor. After Helene’s expulsion, he secretly kept in touch, informing her about Clinton. He was also the only one in the Field family aware of her secret villa.

Helene read the document, her face lighting up with joy. “Thank you for finding this, Murdoch. With this, I can attend the shareholders’ meeting in three days. That villain Clinton can’t drive me out!” Her eyes glowed with fierce determination. The agreement bore her father Graham’s signature, fingerprint, and seal—signed years ago, granting her 10 percent of Horizon Group’s shares. Her father had kept it hidden, and she was ousted before she could find it after his accident.

“Miss Field, this allows you to compete for chairman with Clinton. You will undoubtedly win,” Murdoch declared, full of faith in Helene. He had good reason: Helene was extremely intelligent and successful, graduating from Northview Business School at eighteen. Her shrewd investments had significantly increased Horizon Group’s competitiveness. Graham had seen her as his heir. If not for his accident, Clinton couldn’t have usurped the family’s power and company.

Helene nodded. “Be cautious at the Field family villa, Murdoch. After the meeting, I’ll seize control and ensure Clinton is ousted.”

“Hehe, Miss Field, I’m afraid you won’t have the opportunity!” A sinister old voice echoed from the doorway. An elderly man in servant’s attire, accompanied by a dozen bodyguards in sunglasses, entered.

Murdoch’s eyes flashed with rage. “Martin, why are you here?”

Martin scowled. “Murdoch, you dared to contact Helene secretly and betray Mr. Field!”

“Martin, did you follow me?” Murdoch, furious, demanded. “What are you trying to do?”

“I didn’t expect you to find the shareholders’ agreement. Mr. Field wants us to retrieve it to prevent disrupting the shareholders’ meeting,” Martin replied, his eyes flashing coldly. “Get them! Grab the agreement and take them away!”

“How dare you, Martin! This is my residence! You broke in and attempted theft—that’s illegal!” Helene yelled.

Martin laughed. “Do you still believe you’re the Field family’s eldest daughter? You’re nothing now. Even if we steal, what can you do? Yell if you dare! Let’s see who’ll rescue you!”

Helene’s face flushed with rage, but she knew she was outmatched. She screamed, “Help! Somebody help!”

Martin and the bodyguards laughed. “Catch her and gag her!” Martin ordered.

Murdoch stood before Helene, glaring at Martin and the bodyguards. “I’ll fight with my life to protect her!”

Martin sneered. “Murdoch, your betrayal deserves death. Beat him up!”

The bodyguards charged. Suddenly, a cold voice yelled, “Stop!”

Everyone turned. A young man with piercing eyes and a cynical smile stood in the doorway.

“Who are you?” Martin demanded.

“I’m Gilmore Reed,” the young man replied.

The name was vaguely familiar. Helene suddenly remembered. “Are you Lilian’s boyfriend, Gilmore Reed?” she asked.

Gilmore smiled slightly. “Miss Hubbard deserves to be a Northview student. You’re smarter than the others.”