Chapter 309
Tattered and fearful, Stanley glared at Debra, his eyes burning. "What's this? Do you want to throw me back in prison? You selfish, cruel woman! You stole my things and wanted to kill me. I'm not something you can just..."
He struggled against the man holding him, but another punch landed on his jaw. "Behave yourself!"
Stanley whimpered, his bravado deflating like a punctured balloon. Debra looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pity and disgust. "I used to let things slide because you're Rach's son. As long as you didn't go too far, I wouldn't make a fuss. But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! Lister, the Frazer family was built by my father, and I am the sole heiress. My position has never been something you can covet. Your whining nonsense ends now. The Frazer family is mine. Do you have no conscience? Have you forgotten who took care of you after your parents died? It was my father. And now you treat me like this, you ingrate?"
Another loud slap landed on his face, the sound echoing through the room. Rosalie, watching from the sidelines, let out a heart-wrenching cry and rushed to his side, shielding his head with her arms. She shouted hysterically, "Debra, you're going too far! Stanley is your cousin!"
"Cousin? When he tried to kill me, why didn't he consider our kinship? When he took those photos and sent me to Juan's bed, why didn't he consider my feelings?" Debra snapped. "I told you a long time ago. I came to your house with my father's money. Rather than saying you raised me, it's more accurate to say I brought money to support you, so stop preaching morality here. You and your son don't deserve it!"
Stanley shouted defiantly, “You’re lying! You just want our fortune, don’t you? I’m telling you, my dad has handed over the Frazer family to me. I’m going to remove you from the family tree. You’re no longer the heiress. And don’t even think about taking charge!”
Chapter 309 - 25 BONUS
A sense of unease washed over Debra. “Where is Ralph? What did you do to him?”
Ralph would never hand over the family assets to a wastrel like Stanley. There had to be something wrong. A hint of guilt flashed across Rosalie’s face, and Debra’s heart sank. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Tell me. Where is he?”
“I—I don’t know,” Rosalie stammered.
Marion, sensing something was amiss, ordered his men, “Search the house.”
“Yes, sir,” they responded, quickly dispersing to begin a thorough search. Debra felt a chill spreading through her body. Even though she suspected Rosalie and Stanley might try something, she never imagined they would harm Ralph. After all, Ralph had always been good to Rosalie and tolerant of Stanley. The thought that these two heartless beasts could go so far as to hurt him sent a shiver down her spine.
“Found him!” someone shouted from the basement.
Debra immediately dropped Rosalie and rushed towards the sound. In the dimly lit basement, she found Ralph bound and gagged, his forehead covered in dried blood. He looked weak and barely breathing. Debra’s heart constricted at the sight, and she shouted, “Call an ambulance, quickly!”