"Okay, I can let her go. But you must agree to my two demands." Sylvia suddenly smiled and relaxed.
Fiona's eyes lit up and she immediately spoke in a flattering manner, "Okay, if you have any requests, feel free to ask. As long as I have it, I will grant it to you."
Sylvia loosened her clenched fingers. This is what she wanted!
She knew better than anyone else that with Arthur here, it is impossible for her to really throw the corrosive liquid at Sheryl to disfigure her, or send her to the police station tonight.
Besides, even if she is really sent in, her current crime is relatively minor. Arthur can get her out in a matter of minutes.
That's not what she wants either.
She has her own purpose and plans!
Her mission is to avenge her mother!
"First, Sheryl should completely give up on Gucci. I want to take back all the shares in Gucci. You are not allowed to set foot in Gucci from now on. Second, the white house my mother built when she was alive was her dowry. I want to take it back. If you can agree to these two points, then I will agree to let her go." Sylvia spoke word by word.
Only by taking back Gucci and the white house can she find clues to her mother's death. She needs to investigate those two places.
Besides, that white villa originally belonged to her mother. It was her dowry, so why should it be given to the mistress and her daughter to live in.
Taking it back is also an explanation to my mother.
Sheryl was stunned when she heard this.
She didn't want to give up on these two conditions.
"No, I don't agree. Sylvia, can you make other conditions? For example, money or something." Sheryl objected with a sad face.
"No." Sylvia said in an extremely firm voice, "These two conditions are my last tolerance. If you don't agree, I will call the police now."
She picked up her phone and was about to dial 911.
But Arthur walked quickly towards the exit.
Sheryl couldn't keep up. She was tripped halfway by a rich lady's suddenly stretched out foot, causing her to fall and eat the floor.
Fortunately, Fiona ran and helped her up.
The mother and daughter left dejectedly like drowned dogs.
The back door exit of Ritz Paris Hotel.
Lily took her bag and walked quietly outside.
The desolation and misfortune of Fiona and her daughter made her so scared that she didn't dare to stay any longer. She is afraid that Sylvia would come to trouble her, so when she saw the right opportunity, she slipped out of the back door. But after just a few steps, she heard a woman shouting loudly.
"Stop."

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