Chapter 324: Life-Buying Money? Who Doesn’t Have Any?

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: Life-Buying Money? Who Doesn’t Have Any?

Evan really didn’t think this was a big deal. Such things had happened many times before. Claire was just too outstanding, so all the women around her were jealous of her.

During her school days, the campus belles with better grades had been jealous of her, and in their social circles, heiresses prettier than her had been jealous of her too.

They had all bullied Claire and wronged her. In the end, however, because of Claire’s kindhearted nature, she refused to make a fuss about it. So, Evan would simply give them some money to settle the matter.

Seriously, it was clearly them who bullied Claire, yet Claire had to spend money to settle it.

The more Evan thought about it, the more indignant he felt.

Those people from before had all eventually taken the money and left. Therefore, Evan was increasingly certain that Estelle was just like them—only in it for the money.

Estelle looked calmly into Evan’s eyes, as if she could read something from them.

Evan always felt that others were jealous of Claire and thus bullied her. But was that really the truth? Why would those campus belles, classmates, and heiresses—who had better grades, were prettier, and were more privileged than Claire—be jealous of her?

It turned out she indeed wasn’t the first "victim." Those people in the past hadn’t taken the money and left because they wanted the money, but because of the Yeats family.

Using the Yeats family’s power and influence to bully ordinary people... Tsk.

Estelle suddenly asked, "Miss Yeats, is your face insured? How much is it worth?"

Claire said shyly, "Estelle, why are you asking this? Mom and Dad dote on me, so they insured my whole body. My face alone is insured for thirty million."

Estelle’s cheap life was only worth three hundred thousand, yet her own face was worth thirty million. Did she finally understand the gap between them?

"Oh. In other words, if your face is ruined, I’d have to compensate you thirty million?" Estelle asked languidly.

Claire instinctively felt something was wrong.

Estelle had already called out toward the stairwell, "Come out."

Then, a team of bodyguards flooded in. The person leading them was none other than Luke White.

Luke said respectfully, "Madam, I’ve brought the check. Shall we begin now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several bodyguards swiftly pinned Evan down, while a few others stood in front of Claire.

Estelle took the check, casually signed her name on it, and tossed it lightly into Claire’s face.

Her tone was calm, indifferent, and devoid of any emotion. "Thirty million to buy your face. Keep it well. Beat her."

Claire’s whole body stiffened. "Wait—"

However, the bodyguards didn’t give her a chance to speak. They simply pinned her down and started slapping her face left and right!

"AHH!" Claire screamed.

Evan was completely stunned by this sudden twist. He looked at Estelle with disgust. He didn’t understand—wasn’t this already settled? It was Estelle’s fault to begin with, and he had even given her money. How could she be so ungrateful!

"Miss Lockwood, what are you doing?! Stop right now! You can’t afford to offend Claire!"

"Can’t afford to offend her? It seems Claire hasn’t told you who I really am."

Estelle said languidly, "But then again, even if I were a nobody, just an ordinary person, would I deserve to be toyed with and humiliated by you like this?

"Claire spent three hundred thousand to buy my life, so I spent thirty million to buy her face. What’s the problem?"

Estelle smiled. "However, since I didn’t die and the blood money hasn’t taken effect, I won’t let Claire’s face be completely ruined, either."

"Estelle Lockwood!"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Yeats. You said Claire has a noble status. Not only is she Miss Yeats, but she’s also a famous talented woman, author, and designer on the internet. With so many halos crowning her head, if people find out that she failed to harm someone and got beaten up instead, I’m afraid public opinion will be even harder to control, wouldn’t it?

"You also said yourself that it wouldn’t look good if things blew up. Since you don’t want to make a scene, then be good and let me beat her! Otherwise, if I release the security footage from here and match it with the confession of the employee who spilled the oil, it’ll be hard to say whether Miss Yeats was just being ’careless’ or attempting premeditated murder."

"You... You’re being utterly unreasonable..." Evan said, his heart aching for Claire.

Only when Claire’s entire face had swelled up did Estelle wave her hand. "That’s enough."

Luke nodded. Before Evan could speak, he took out another check.

This check was for exactly three hundred thousand.

He handed it to Claire. "This is a check from our boss to Miss Yeats. It’s the price for your life.

"After all, in Miss Yeats’s eyes, the lives of others—and the life of our Madam—are only worth this much. Therefore, I presume Miss Yeats’s life is worth this exact same price.

"Keep it well, Miss Yeats. If you ever lose your life in the future, please don’t blame our boss. After all, he has already paid the blood money in advance."

After saying that, Luke instructed the bodyguards, "Let’s go."

Estelle instructed flatly, "Wait. Throw them out first."

"Yes, Ma’am!"

Before leaving the stairwell, Estelle glanced back at the two of them.

Evan was comforting Claire, who was crying non-stop. The look in Claire’s eyes was so venomous it seemed as if she wanted to hack Estelle into pieces.

She was full of hatred! She hated that she hadn’t found Estelle earlier, hadn’t learned of Estelle’s identity sooner. Otherwise, she definitely would have killed Estelle before the Yeats family ever came knocking!

Someone who was supposed to be trampled beneath her feet had suddenly leaped up to become a massive boulder crushing down on her head. Why?! Ahhh!

After Estelle left, she sent a copy of the security footage directly to Quentin. Then, she fell into an embrace.

Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes were deep, his voice hoarse. "You took too big of a risk."

Estelle didn’t care. "It wasn’t a risk. These petty tricks are nothing in my eyes."

Claire’s methods were indeed child’s play to her. After all, compared to Noelle—that peerless two-faced white lotus—Claire still had a long way to go.

Back then, not only was Noelle a white lotus with masterful framing skills, but she also had the blind and foolish Lockwoods helping her.

Since Estelle had managed to survive the Lockwoods’ clutches back then, why would she be afraid of a mere Claire?

Nathaniel suddenly fell silent. It felt as if something was blocking his throat, and his heart clenched in pain.

After a long while, he gently lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers. "...I’m sorry."

Estelle shook her head. "What about the employee who spilled the oil?"

"He’s been sent to the police station."

Estelle was puzzled. "What was that employee thinking to be bought off so easily by Claire? Was he desperate for money?"

Nathaniel had already investigated it. "He wasn’t desperate for money. The man felt he was just an ordinary employee at Evernight International, living a mediocre and unfulfilling life. Claire promised him that he would become a high-level executive at the Yeats Group in the future, so he decided to risk it."

Hearing this reason, Estelle was speechless for a long time. "..."

"Then let them point fingers at each other in the police station," Estelle said. "Claire will go there."

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. "It would be very embarrassing for Miss Yeats to enter a police station. How are you so sure she’ll go?"

"Her going to the police station can be kept under wraps, and Evan can bail her out anyway. But since she received that three-hundred-thousand-dollar check of yours as ’blood money,’ tsk... do you think she’ll be scared?"

Since she would be scared, she would definitely look for a place to hide.

"However..." Estelle frowned slightly. "I’ve crossed swords with Claire twice now, and I feel like there’s someone else behind her."