Chapter 7 Don't Pray for Easy Life

Upon hearing that, Reid tapped the floor angrily with his cane, "You have nerves talking about others? Back then, I warned you against buying the land, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're in heavy debt. It's a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

Eloise looked away unhappily. After her brother-in-law passed away, it should be her husband, Marco Griffith, who took over Griffith Group according to seniority. However, Reid called Jackson back from abroad that very night and handed over the company to him.

If Marco became the new CEO of Griffith Group, their real estate company wouldn't have been in debt. What was worse, Reid refused to lend them any money. This hussy must have talked ill of them.

Laura sensed her hatred and pouted innocently. She didn't say anything. In fact, they didn't even know each other in the past. What had this got to do with her?

Just then, her cell phone rang, and she hung up hastily.

Jackson narrowed his eyes as if he had caught adultery in the act.

Reid didn't want to get involved in young people's business. He told his grandson to arrange a position for Laura and then left. She didn't even have a chance to decline.

There was no way Jackson would offer her a good position, and she didn't want to work with him.

Before Reid went far, she asked for his permission to see her friend. The corner of Jackson's mouth curved up in a threatening smile.

This girl learned a new trick.

As Jackson remained silent, she immediately asked the driver to give her a ride, fearing he would object the next second.

At Cecilia's house, she was stunned to see a mountainous pile of clothes, "Where did you get them?"

Cecilia showed her a long receipt that drooped to the floor, "From Leila's store, of course. You spent three million yuan. How could we let her get the money so easily!"

Laura gave her a thumbs up. Indeed! She bought the clothes and would never leave them to Leila.

"Laura..." Cecilia shook her arm and minced, "Did you win the lottery?"

She was really curious. Where did Laura get a credit card with such a high limit? Even if Laura really won the lottery, she would not spend all the money on one go. They had been friends for a long time, and she knew her personality pretty well.

"Yeah!" Laura nodded with a smile, "What do you think we should do with these clothes?"

She would not wear any clothes from Leila's store.

Laura came up with an idea to make a fortune. Her eyes glittered, "Cecilia, we can sell these clothes online and split the earnings."

"You sure?" In fact, she wanted to burn them down.

Laura felt a vibration in her pocket and rejected the call without hesitation. Except for Cecilia and the Griffiths, no one knew her phone number.

She nodded heavily, "Yes, I am. I still have unfinished business and will leave the important task to you."

Although Cecilia wanted to know the truth, she was not a nosy person. Since Laura would not tell, she had to see her off downstairs. "Since you bought them, I'll only charge you a labor fee. Rich lady, remember to treat me to dinner when you make a fortune!" She smiled.

"Cecilia, that's so nice of you. If I were a boy, I would definitely marry you." Laura hugged her friend excitedly and waved goodbye.

A depressed Jackson was drinking. Beautiful women were all around, but none dared approach him.

His friend, Clark Farley, clicked his tongue, "Tsk, Mr. Griffith is drowning his sorrows because of a woman? All the pretty girls in B City would cry if they knew about this."

"You have a mouth; everyone can see." In a terrible mood, Jackson poured himself a full cup of wine and tossed it off.

Not upset at all, Clark drank the wine from a woman in his arms, "What kind of woman can't you have? Do you have to marry a former criminal? Is she so attractive?"

Jackson giggled and put the glass down on the table heavily, "I can gain something."

"Apart from sex, what can a prisoner give you?" Clark snorted.

Jackson stared at the screen and slightly narrowed his eyes. Anger, or what?

But Laura, you would not escape from my hands. Who permitted you to have an easy life for over a decade? You acted as if nothing had happened.

His cell phone vibrated on the table. His eyes went dim, and he rejected the call quickly.