Greta was struck dumb. She gawked at Dallin. To her surprise, Dallin intended to leave her here to punish her.
"M... Mr. Sullivan, you can't do this to me!"
After a while, Greta came to her senses. Eyes bulging, she begged Dallin, "Mr. Sullivan, don't leave me here, please. I was wrong. I won't disobey you ever again, I promise. Could you please get me out?"
Dallin listened to her miserable imploring with indifference.
He propped himself with his cane and headed out of the detention room. Without looking back at the woman chained to the wheelchair, he said, "As I said, there is a price to pay for doing wrong. You defied me. I'm lenient enough to just let you stay here for a while. Rejoice that you're still useful. If you were not, I would have gotten you killed in prison before Julien and others dealt with you."
Greta's voice cracked. She looked at Dallin in horror and shook all over.
This man wanted her life.
It was how this viper did things. When one was no longer useful, he naturally would not keep them.
Thankfully, she was still useful, and he hadn't thought of getting rid of her.
Once he attained his goal, she would lose her value. The same fate would happen to her as well.
This viper would not let her go. It was only a matter of time.
Greta cowered at the thought. She didn't dare to plead with him again.
It was meaningless.
She was afraid that he would be annoyed and get her killed.
That was not a wise move.
She'd better endure this.
It was tormenting to stay in the mental hospital, but she had been here for two months without having a breakdown. She didn't believe her stay here would be longer.
Greta quieted down and bowed her head.
Dallin was surprised by her sudden silence.
Soon, he laughed, "Looks like you've learned your lesson and started to abide by the rules. Good, keep it up."
Dallin then left with Neil.
Greta's crimson eyes stared at the man. She gnashed her teeth. "Old fool, you could threaten me because you have something on me. Wait and see. Once I have something on you, you'll be a dead man."
Dallin, who went out of the detention room, didn't know that Greta planned to get her revenge. Back in the car, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
Neil buckled up and turned around. He asked, "Mr. Sullivan, are we going back to the hotel?"
Dallin opened his eyes. His look was inexplicable. "You still haven't found the mausoleum where Izzy is buried?"
Neil hung his head in shame. "Sorry, Mr. Sullivan, the Flint family hides Ms. Harrow's mausoleum well. It seems that no one has visited her tomb in the last decade. Consequently, we're unable to find out where she is buried. We could get the answer from the Flints, but I think Julien and his grandmother are the only ones who know."
Presumably, Julien's stepmother and stepbrother didn't know.
Without a word, Dallin just turned his ring. No one knew what he was thinking about.
After a while, his finger moved away from the ring, and he waved his hand. "Let's go back to the hotel."
"Got it," Neil responded and started the car.
It was without warning, and there hadn't been any sound from the other end. She thought that his phone happened to be out of power.
Turned out he hung up.
"I did." Julien nodded, "I was so worried that I hung up the phone and came back."
"What about your work?" Sydney looked at him.
Julien rubbed her hair. "Your safety matters more."
Sydney flushed.
Julien led her to sit down on the sofa and got down to business. "What did Dallin come to see you for? What did he say to you?"
"To negotiate terms. He hopes that I'll let Greta off the hook," Sydney replied.
Julien asserted, "You didn't agree!"
Sydney shook her head. "Of course not, I'd never agree with this kind of thing. It would make me look timid. He would think that I was a pushover, so I said no and played a trick on him."
She laughed.
Julien frowned. "A trick?"
"Yeah." Sydney nodded.
"What did you do?" Julien looked at her.
Sydney pouted. "I refused to let Greta go, and he let me name my price. I said Sullivan Corporation, and he flipped out. Funny, isn't it?"
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