Chapter 1097
This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr
Chapter 1097 Lynetteâs Breakdown
Mitch was about to have a mental breakdown due to such a result as he was filled with deep remorse. He should not have been greedy back then. Instead, he should have thought more about the importance of Soniaâs position in Tobyâs heart.
If he had done so, maybe he wouldnât be in such a situation today. âPresident Fuller, Iâm pleading with you to let me go. I know Iâm in the wrong. Sobsâ¦â Mitchâs tears were extremely pitiful.
It was so pitiful that people could cry along with him. Unfortunately, the person who suffered injustice was Sonia, so Toby couldnât be softhearted.
Sonia opened her red lips and coldly responded, âItâs only now that you realize your mistakes. Then, when you helped Lynette to mess with me, have you ever thought about my ending if Toby didnât know that Iâll never cheat on him? Oh, Iâve said it wrongly. Itâs obvious you never thought about it because you were greedy and only cared for money. That was why you couldnât care about the lives of others. Since thatâs the case, then why should we care about you? Itâs your own fault that youâre in such a situation. Thereâs no use in pleading with anyone, although you can beg the culprit who did this.â
âL-Lynette Lore?â A name slipped out from Mitchâs hoarse throat.
Toby was noncommittal as he added, âDidnât she say that she can protect you? Since youâre in such a situation, you should look for her. Come, letâs go.â Once he said those words, he looked at the woman in his embrace.
Sonia hummed in agreement.
Both of them didnât spare Mitch another glance as they turned to leave.
On the other hand, Mitch did not continue to plead with them for mercy or forgiveness. Deep in his heart, he was aware that no matter how he begged them, they would never let him off the hook.
Since that was the case, it was better to follow their suggestion and search for Lynette instead.
Lynette, that b*tch, was the one who caused his downfall, so he couldnât wait to lay his hands on her. She even swore that nothing would go wrong and that I would be alright. Since something has indeed happened, she could still bail me out with her grandfatherâs connections to President Fuller.
As such, she should keep to her promise.
Moreover, even if Toby attacked the Lore Family, they would still be more affluent than the average family. Will I have such an ability? Just you wait. When Iâm released, Iâll definitely look for a way to get even with you, Lynette Lore!
As he thought about this, Mitch had a twisted expression as viciousness swam in his eyes. âI want to make a phone call,â he requested as he lifted his jiggly neck to look at Officer Chase.
Since Mitch was not an accused awaiting trial, he still had the right to communicate with the outside world.
That was why Officer Chase accepted Mitchâs request and made the necessary arrangements.
Soon enough, Mitch was brought to the telephone at the precinct since he couldnât use his own cell phone to contact anyone. He only had access to the phone in the police station.
Therefore, the police helped him to search for Lynetteâs phone number on his cell phone, after which he made the call.
Although the phone call was connected, it took a while for a drowsy female voice to answer. âHello?â
There was still a trace of dissatisfaction and arrogance in her tone.
Evidently, the woman grew up in a pampered environment, which led to her spoiled behavior.
When Mitch heard Lynetteâs voice, his face twisted into a nasty snarl consumed by hate since he was held on remand and ran the risk of imprisonment.
Yet, this woman was still enjoying her beauty sleep.
The extreme imbalance of their situation caused his breathing to become heavier while his bloody eyes, the size of beans, shot open. It was enough to frighten those around him.
Despite that, Mitch was from the media industry, so his ability to be crafty was on full display via this phone call.
Even if he had a distorted expression and held deep loathing for the woman, his voice didnât reflect his feelings. âMiss Lore, itâs me.â
Officer Chase couldnât help but salute the man for his talents when he heard Mitchâs tone.
âYou? Who?â
On the other end of the phone line was someone abroad.
At the moment, the sky was rather gloomy somewhere abroad, even though it was around 5.00AM to 6.00AM.
The woman dressed in her pajamas held her phone with one hand and raised the other hand to stretch herself. Then, she leaned on the headboard with a sigh and asked in dissatisfaction.
She did not have a charming, mature look; instead, she had an adorable auraâa round, chubby face, a pair of big eyes, a small nose bridge, and thin lips on top of a petite figure that even her sleepwear couldnât hide.
It was a typical description of a Lolita.
Even though she looked petite, she resembled an underaged high school student.
In actual fact, this woman was already past 25.
She was the granddaughter of HarryâLynette Lore.
Regrettably, that didnât charm Mitch because when he noticed Lynette couldnât even recognize his voice, he gritted his teeth before adopting a colder tone. âMe, as in the editor of Squirrel Media.â
When she heard that it was Mitch, the yawning Lynette finally remembered who he was. She was momentarily stunned before she became impatient. âItâs you? Why are you calling me? Donât forget, and itâs not even sunrise here. Arenât you worried that Iâll be angry at you for disturbing my sleep?â
As she spoke, she was a living example of what it means to be prideful and self-centered.
If it were in the past, Mitch would suppress his hatred for such arrogance and coax her instead.
Back then, she was Harryâs granddaughter, and Harry hadnât broken ties with Toby.
It was a different situation now, though.
Toby wanted to attack the Lore Family, which was indicative of his intention to sever ties with them.
As for Mitch, he also did not need to bow down to this womanâs arrogance. After he thought about their current situation, he dropped the farce and roared, âLynette, you bloody b*tch. I donât give a f*ck whether you are pleased or not. You better listen up. Iâm not done with you!â
Lynette was shocked when she was faced with Mitchâs harsh scoldings and only regained her composure a while later. Then, her adorable face flushed with fury while her eyes were moist with tears. Finally, she crossed her hips and retorted in a shrill voice, âH-How you dare to yell at me?!â
A bloody b*tch!
Throughout her whole life, she had never been insulted with such words by anyone, as everyone treated her like a jewel.
Yet, this person dared to lecture her!
S-She would not let this obese person off the hook!
Lynette bit her lip and was close to exploding with fury as her chest heaved in rage.
She might have had a bad temper and was arrogant, but she had received the education of the rich and famous since she was a child born with a silver spoon.
So, it was unfortunate that she lacked the ability to win a verbal fight!
Even if she wanted to yell at her past self and Mitch, she just couldnât swear as she only knew the word, b*stard.
Therefore, Lynette could only use that term to scream at Mitch.
He snorted disdainfully because he had always known that these young ladies were too proud of themselves and thought it beneath them to learn slurs.
When he heard her using such low-level slang to curse at him, he was scornful.
Lynette naturally realized that Mitch looked down on her, making her even more furious. But, since she didnât know how to curse, she could only shriek at him as she slammed the phone on the quilt. âAdams, you had the guts to offend me, huh? Do you believe Iâll have a word with my grandpa and Toby and ask them to throw you out of Seaview City?â