President's Naughty Sweetheart

Chapter 43: Repay the debts

Ella smiled awkwardly. "Well, she's my only bestie."

Daniel sighed, "Then we could only eat together next time. Today I have to eat alone. I will not bother you."

"Thanks, Mr. Nelson. Then I'll go."

When the elevator was ascending to the top floor, her phone rang. It was a strange number. Wondering it might be her mother, she answered the phone immediately.

"Hello, is that Ella Williams speaking?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

On hearing a strange man's voice, a very unfriendly voice, she answered with a sense of revulsion, "Yes, I am. Who is that speaking?"

"You can call me Doug.Your parents are in my hands now. Your father owes me 10 million gambling debts and your mother wants to take him away with only 2 million. Too naive! If everyone doesn't pay their debts like you, how can I run my business!"

His voice revealed he was obviously unhappy. Although he did not speak ferociously, his frigid tone was enough to make she shudder. 'Apparently, he was a difficult guy!'

Doug took Luke as her father, but she did not want to explain anymore. She carefully let out a breath, frowning and asking, "Doug, how do you want to deal with it?"

"It's perfectly justified to pay off debts. I run a legal casino in Las Vegas! So don't think about calling the police. They won't interfere!"

He added, "But I can assure you I won't hurt them. But if you don't pay off the 8 million debts, I won't let them go. I'll leave them in the casino as cleaners until they pay off the debts!"

He snorted contemptuously, "But you can think of it. They can't pay it off even if they live 800 years! The most likely outcome is that they will die of overwork before 60! "

"Their lives are worthless for me, but they are your own parents. Don't say I treat you harshly. I'll give you a week to raise the money. But if you can't and they die of overwork, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Though smoldering with anger, she managed to listen until he finished his words and said calmly, "I want to hear their voice to make sure they are safe and sound now!"

At this point, Doug's voice became distant, "Hey, you two go and bring the old couple into the office."

Two minutes later, she heard the voice of her mother over the phone, "Ella, I'm so sorry! I lied to you. Your bastard uncle believed his friend's words and owes 10 million gambling debts! How can we pay it off? We would rather die! Please take care of Jack ..."

"Mom! Stop saying such silly things! How are you and Uncle Morris now? Are you hurt?" she said excitedly, but she tried to restrain herself from getting angry with her mother.

Caroline sobbed, "I'm fine, but your uncle seems to be petrified. He becomes delirious and remains silent these two days. I tell you, he was beaten hard by them before!"

"Why are you chatting away? Bring them back to the cell!" Doug's voice came from the phone again.

At the moment she had already broken in a cold sweat. She had never thought of encountering people at the casino!

Whenever she thought of the unscrupulous man dragging her mother into it, Ella wanted to slap him hard.

But there was no point in being angry. Although Luke was not her biological father, he had paid for her tuition and living expenses since she was young. At least he gave her material support. The most important thing was that my mother was suffering with him.

"Now you've heard your mother's voice. Rush to raise the money!"

He hung up before she spoke, and she immediately called back. As soon as she got through, Doug said impatiently, "Don't call me before you raise the money. Or I won't answer!"

On hearing the busy signal, she flopped down at the elevator door. She had been out of the elevator for a while, looking at the long corridor leading to the president's office. She stood up and stepped into the elevator to go downstairs.

Now it was urgent to raise the money. After returning to the design department, Ella asked Assistant Shaw for leave and then left the company.

She ran to the roadside to take a cab as soon as she walked out of the building. She was desperate to see Alice, the only person she could borrow money from.

Benjamin, her ex-husband, was ruled out by her without thinking.

She hesitated over borrowing money from her secret lover Aiden for a few seconds. But if she was insulted rather than getting the money, she would rather kill herself.

Half an hour later, a tall, glamorous yet unapproachable young woman entered the president's office on the top floor of the Hill Group. Aiden, sitting with his back to her, said coldly, "Do you want to die, Ella? What time..."

His words stopped at the moment he turned around. Looking at the woman, he said in astonishment, "Grace, it's you!"

Wearing a designer suit and purplish-red lipstick, with a height of 1.75m, Grace looked like a poisonous rose, gorgeous yet forbidding.

She walked towards Aiden in her 10-centimetre heels, quipping, "Look at the expression on your face. You seem disappointed that I, instead of the woman named "Ella", come."

His dark eyes sparkling, he smiled faintly. "When did you come? Why don't you call me in advance so that I can treat you."

Having a glance at the two exclusive bento on the tea table, she went to the sofa and sat down, replying, "Stop your insincere words. It seems that you are waiting for Ella to have lunch together, but she doesn't come."

Taking a glance at her, he also sat down on the sofa, saying casually, "Yes, I am waiting for her, a woman I am interested in lately."

"So interested that you even let me seduce Benjamin so that he can divorce Ella. You've guessed right! He's indeed a snobbish social climber..."

She continued disdainfully, "A self-made programmer, whose assets are less than 1% of mine. He dares to pursue me brazenly..."

Aiden said calmly with a smile, "Even if his assets match yours, you won't accept him."

She sneered, "Right! I naturally dislike men..."