Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 118

he butler continued: “Fortunately it was late at night, so there were no casualties.”

“What did you say?!”

Margaret immediately slammed the table and stood up, her face full of disbelief.

Who?

Who dared attack a Windsor family real estate project?

Three years ago she had spent a large sum of money to purchase this development project–relying on luxury residential area marketing, it sold out upon opening.

Now that it had exploded, not only was there no property to deliver, but the losses were enormous!

Margaret’s mind was spinning!

The butler hesitated: “This might be… Mr. Gavin…”

“That brat!”

Margaret finally understood.

Only someone like Gavin would act so recklessly, disregarding rules and consequences, so brazenly!

Margaret was so angry her head hurt. She kept slapping the table: “Go! Call him and ask what he thinks he’s doing!”

The butler did as instructed, putting it on speaker.

After several attempts, someone finally answered.

But it wasn’t Gavin’s voice: “Butler, this is Neil. Mr. Windsor is very busy. He asked me to tell you that making phone calls in the middle of the night might get you struck by lightning.”

Margaret’s face darkened, nearly overturning the table on the spot!

The butler cleared his throat and got to the point: “Neil, please ask Mr. Windsor about the call we just received regarding Theodore’s real estate project…”

Neil, having been by Gavin’s side too long, almost perfectly mimicked his boss’s tone, casually interrupting: “Mr. Windsor did it.”

Both the butler and Margaret were stunned.

They hadn’t expected him to so shamelessly admit to this–without even pretending it wasn’t him!

Now even a subordinate dared speak to them in such a tone!

Under Margaret’s intimidating gaze, the butler pressed: “So Mr. Windsor’s intention is…?”

“No particular intention.”

Neil’s tone remained unchanged: “Our boss has a simple rule–if you mess with his people, he will definitely retaliate.”

“Oh, by the way,” Neil added as if being helpful,

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“There are other buildings on site with explosives set on timers. Better wait until they’re all blown up before sending workers–the boss doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“What did you say?!”

Margaret couldn’t contain herself and roared: “Ask Gavin what he thinks he’s doing!”

If all these buildings were blown up, the project would be finished!

It would cause losses of nearly a hundred billion.

“The boss is busy.”

Neil replied.

Card game sounds could be heard faintly in the background. Neil added nonchalantly: “But the boss said the final amount of losses on this project depends on what you do.”

“What should I do?”

Margaret was stunned for half a second before understanding.

She narrowed her eyes–traitor!

She slammed down the phone, her face dark, angrily ordering: “Quickly bring Elara for a hot bath.”

“And have a doctor treat the wound on her forehead properly, so she at least looks like a normal person when she goes out!”

“Hurry!”

The series of orders left the butler momentarily stunned.

Margaret leaned forward, gritting her teeth: “Can’t you see why he’s making such a big fuss?”

Because she had brought Elara over in the middle of the night, provoking him.

Before, he wouldn’t dare openly oppose her. Now? He considered himself untouchable!

She gritted her teeth. She only regretted being too soft–hearted back then.

That’s what gave Gavin the opportunity to grow strong.

The ice melted, and just as Elara’s foot fell into the bone–chilling lake water and she was trying to climb back up, she saw the butler rushing to the

shore.

“Quickly!”

He called servants to rescue her.

After that, no other punishments were administered.

The butler was unusually polite and even arranged for a driver to take her home.

After the car drove away, the butler hurried back to the hall: “Madam, I’ll call Mr. Windsor right now.”

“No need.”

Margaret rubbed her temples and sneered: “Before you make that call, he’ll probably already have received word.”

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Chapter 119

Elara’s POV

Sitting in the car, I couldn’t begin to guess what had suddenly made Margaret so… lenient.

That woman had never shown me an ounce of mercy before–punishments usually only got worse.

Lost in thought, I felt my eyelids growing heavy.

A dull heat was spreading through me.

Deep winter, the middle of the night, on a sheet of ice… Anyone would get sick from that. And since I hadn’t expected Margaret to change her mind, I’d even taken off my down jacket.

By the time I got home, dawn was breaking. Chloe had already left for work, leaving breakfast on the table for me.

I had no appetite. My head was pounding. I took some fever meds and collapsed onto the bed.

I slept fitfully, tumbling through one disjointed dream after another.

In the last one, I was kneeling on the ice again. I dreamed I fell through, tangled tighter and tighter in underwater weeds. When the butler hit me, he showed no mercy.

It hurt so much… So badly I thought I might just die.

I missed my father. I missed my mother.

I even thought of Gavin…

I seemed to be pleading with him again, begging him not to abandon me.

He said something, seemed to be explaining something, but before I could make it out, the ringing of my phone jarred me awake.

My lashes and cheeks were wet. Blinking away the confusion, I looked at the caller ID and answered. “Hello?”

Only when I spoke did I realize how hoarse and painfully dry my voice was.

“Elara, dear!” A kind, enthusiastic elderly voice came through the phone. “It’s Eleanor. Remember me? Eleanor–I made an appointment at your clinic.”

“I remember. Is something wrong?”

“Oh, I’m fine. But you–what’s wrong with your voice? You sound terrible. Are you sick?” Eleanor immediately picked up on it, her tone full of concern.

My voice was thick and nasal. “Yes, I caught a cold. Are you calling because you’re not feeling well?”

“No, no,” Eleanor denied with a light laugh.

“Goodness, no. I’m making a batch of pies and wanted to know what filling you like best. I have my appointment the day after tomorrow, and I thought I’d bring you some.”

The old woman’s voice was so warm it actually made my heart feel a little lighter.

I managed a weak smile. “You really don’t have to. You should enjoy them yourself…”

Eleanor’s tone was gentle. “You’re home alone, aren’t you?”

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