Chapter 805
Chapter 805:
“You—!”
“Do you think bringing thugs here to create a scene will force me to let your son off the hook? All it does is deepen my disdain for you, and I’ll dig the hook even deeper into your son. If you doubt my words, keep stirring trouble. We’ll see who gives in first,” Fernanda said, her voice clear and firm.
At just twenty years old, Fernanda displayed a ruthlessness far beyond her age. Her words carried a resolve that was unshakable.
Over the years, Nettie had encountered many individuals. She believed Fernanda to be as cunning as the seasoned players she had met before. Her words held power.
Suddenly, Nettie felt intimidated.
She turned toward the entrance and saw Bonita standing in the doorway.
Bonita had heard about the situation at the studio and had arrived with the others. However, she hadn’t expected the trouble to come from Nettie.
“You traitor!” Nettie hissed furiously at Bonita. “Beckett treated you well, yet you turned against him!”
Nettie rushed forward, hand raised to strike Bonita.
But before Nettie could land the blow, Fernanda grabbed her arm.
“Enough! I won’t allow you to hurt anyone here,” Fernanda said coldly. She forcefully flung Nettie’s hand away, causing her to stagger back. Unable to maintain her balance, Nettie fell to the floor.
Fernanda ignored her and turned to Bonita. “Do you have Jett’s phone number?”
Bonita nodded.
“Call him.”
Bonita promptly took out her phone and dialed Jett, who picked up almost immediately.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶
“This is Fernanda, Mr. Ramirez. Your wife is causing a disturbance. Come and retrieve her, please come as soon as possible, as my patience is wearing thin,” Fernanda said into the phone. She then gave Jett the address before ending the call and handing the phone back to Bonita.
Nettie, still sprawled on the floor, continued to hurl insults. Not wanting to waste any more time on her, Fernanda instructed several of Clement’s men to drag her into an empty room next door.
She then turned her gaze to the thugs in black. “Did you not bother to find out what kind of job you were taking before accepting it?” The men remained silent, some unable to meet her eyes.
“Why waste words on them, Fernanda? Let Leon handle it,” Clement interjected.
These thugs didn’t know Fernanda, but they had all heard of Leon. Could this girl actually know Leon?
“Never mind that,” Fernanda said dismissively. She had no intention of making things difficult for the thugs. They were simply doing a job for money. There was no need to make life hard for them.
“You can all leave now. But remember, in the future, reject any job related to me if you’re offered one. Do you understand?” Fernanda said.
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