Chapter 381: Chapter 381

Chapter 381:

Even individuals reliant on their family’s wealth faced repercussions as their families dealt with the backlash.

However, none of these men expressed any remorse. Some even voiced online their intentions for revenge, though none ventured outside their homes.

Meanwhile, Barbara experienced a peaceful sleep. She had asked Adamson to go downstairs first, saying she needed more time to get ready. In reality, she was setting up her final play.

Adamson walked downstairs, expecting to see his usual breakfast laid out. Instead, he was met with an empty living room and no food on the table.

His expression quickly soured.

“Is everyone gone? Laila! Dobbs! Come here!” he shouted.

The house remained silent. Irritated, Adamson headed to the servants’ quarters, relieved to see them all there.

But his relief soon turned to fury.

“What’s this? Lounging around on your phones? I’ll fire every one of you!”

The servants shared a look of resolve.

A bold new hire stepped forward.

“We’re catching up on your scandals, Mr. George.”

A seasoned servant interjected, “Go ahead and fire us! We refuse to serve a monster like you. It seems your past is catching up with you!”

Lᴬtєѕτ chᴀρτєrs ιn g𝓪lɴovєl𝓈.𝒸о𝓂

“And it looks like karma hasn’t forgotten you either!” Adamson was stunned by their words. In a fit of anger, he charged at them, but years of indulgence had left him too weak to follow through. The servants easily overpowered him.

Just then, Barbara made her way down the stairs, her presence poised and calm. She said softly, “If you don’t want to work for him, would you consider working for me instead?”

The servants, though initially puzzled, quickly agreed, aware of Barbara’s fair treatment over the years.

“Excellent,” Barbara smiled.

“Then for you, everything remains the same.

As for him…” She glanced at Adamson with an indifferent look.

“Take him to the front yard. The authorities will arrive soon.”

The servant who had spoken first reacted swiftly, seizing Adamson without hesitation. Two strong men then took hold, slipping their arms under Adamson’s and escorting him out efficiently.

The sharp discomfort snapped Adamson to attention.

He yelled, “Barbara, what the hell is happening?”

Barbara remained composed as she took out her phone, showing him the current news.

“Can’t you see your ultimate fall coming?”

Adamson’s complexion paled.

“No… This can’t be happening… It’s impossible!”

He tried to grab his phone, but the servants firmly held him back.

His cries of agony filled the house.

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