My CEO Husband Says I'm Irreplaceable

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Luke Lockwood Finally Did Something Decent

Mandy Grayson’s gaze swept past the crowd, landing directly on the slender figure at the door.

Sheryl Garland’s fingertips clenched abruptly, her heart leaping into her throat.

"Why should I tell you? Weren’t you the one who cured Miss Kensington?"

"It wasn’t me. You’ve been deceived."

Vesper Grayson watched her calmly, her tone serene.

"That’s impossible..."

"You were used as a pawn," Vesper Grayson continued. "To blindly believe someone’s instigation without even investigating the truth is just too foolish."

Mandy Grayson’s pupils contracted. Her gaze shot to Sheryl Garland outside the door, and her emotions instantly spiraled out of control. "Why did you lie to me!"

A wave of panic hit Sheryl Garland, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

The moment all eyes locked onto her, she frantically shook her head.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Mandy Grayson lunged forward, her hands clamping down on Sheryl’s arms with enough force to nearly dig into her flesh.

"You were the one who told me it was Vesper Grayson who cured Miss Kensington! That she stood by coldly and watched me become the laughingstock of Northolme! You instigated me to ruin her reputation, saying the Hawthorne Family would never accept an unclean woman! I have no grievance with you, so why did you set me up and destroy me? You bitch, what were you really after!"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t... It wasn’t me..." Sheryl Garland struggled desperately, looking frantically at Noah Nash. "Cousin, help me! Get this mad dog off me!"

Noah Nash’s expression was terrifyingly grim. He looked at Sheryl Garland with a cold, unfamiliar gaze, as if seeing her for the first time.

’How could the well-behaved, innocent little cousin who used to follow him around, always calling him ’Cousin,’ turn into this? She wasn’t even twenty, yet her mind was so malicious.’

"Sheryl Garland, tell me the truth. Is what she’s saying true?"

Sheryl Garland had never seen her cousin look so stern. She immediately shrank back, her eyes darting away, completely at a loss.

"It’s not true, I... AHH!"

Before she could finish, Mandy Grayson grabbed a handful of her hair and slapped her hard across the face.

Sheryl Garland stood there, stunned by the blow. When she came to her senses, she clutched her face and let out a piercing scream.

"Mandy Grayson, you idiot! I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

’As long as I deny it to the death, even if everything she says is true, no one can prove it for her.’

"Bitch, still trying to argue! You ruined me, so don’t even think you’ll get away with it!"

She started dragging Sheryl Garland toward the balcony. Just as Casey Nash was about to step in and stop her, Mandy Grayson suddenly pulled a fruit knife from her sleeve and pressed its sharp tip directly against Sheryl Garland’s neck.

It was a fruit knife she had secretly hidden in the room earlier.

’Originally, I was going to use it to cripple the man who defiled me. Now, it’s perfect for this little bitch, Sheryl Garland.’

The sharp edge of the blade pricked the skin, and a thin trickle of blood slowly oozed out.

Casey Nash was too scared to make a rash move. She hastily tried to talk her down, "Don’t hurt her! Put the knife down first. I can compensate you for any damages!"

"She ruined my life. Can you afford to pay for that?" Mandy Grayson’s emotions grew more frenzied as she forcibly dragged Sheryl Garland to the edge of the balcony. Gazing at the deathly pale face before her, she let out a low laugh laced with bone-deep hatred. "Since you had the guts to plot against me, why don’t you just die with me?"

"No... Don’t kill me..." Sheryl Garland was trembling all over, tears streaming down her face. She cried out to Noah Nash for help, "Cousin, quickly, tell her! What I said was true, it really was Vesper Grayson who cured Miss Kensington..."

Noah Nash’s eyes were full of disappointment, his voice ice-cold. "Sheryl Garland, you have truly disappointed me!"

"Cousin, I know I was wrong!" Sheryl Garland wailed. "I just love Jared so much! When I saw him with another woman, I couldn’t control my jealousy. I was just confused for a moment... I really know I was wrong."

As suspicion turned into reality, Casey Nash was too shocked to speak.

But she was his cousin, after all. Blood is thicker than water. No matter how angry Noah Nash was, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

He looked at Mandy Grayson. "Miss Grayson, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Noah Nash, CEO of the Nash Group and the current heir to the Nash Family. As long as you’re willing to let her go, the Nash Family is willing to compensate you for all your losses. Including the conditions she promised you."

Although the Nash Family wasn’t at the very top in Northolme like the Hawthorne Family, they were still renowned and deeply established.

If the Grayson Family could gain the protection of the Nash Family, their future in Riverbend North would surely be smooth sailing, and no one would dare to provoke them lightly.

Mandy Grayson’s grip on the fruit knife tightened.

"Miss Grayson, to be frank, both you and Sheryl are at fault in this matter. If you didn’t harbor malicious intentions yourself, how could you have hit it off with her and colluded so readily? Therefore, quitting while you’re ahead is your best option right now. If you won’t consider yourself, you should at least consider the Grayson Family, shouldn’t you?"

The last sentence carried a veiled threat.

A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded as two figures quickly approached.

The gray-haired old man spoke first. "Mandy, put the knife down! Don’t make another mistake!"

Mitchell Grayson took two steps closer to her, persuading her softly, "Mandy, your brother is here. Don’t be afraid. Just let her go first."

The moment she saw them, Mandy Grayson’s tears burst forth.

"Grandpa, Big Brother..." she choked out, her voice shattered and broken.

"Mandy, if something happens to you, how will I ever explain it to your parents? Do you have the heart to make an old man like me grieve for you at my age?"

"Go away! This is my business, leave me alone! A person must bear the consequences of their own actions! I’m already tainted, what’s the point of living..." The fruit knife against Sheryl Garland’s neck pressed in a little deeper. "I’m taking her with me! I’ll make her pay the price!"

Sheryl Garland trembled from the pain, her eyes flooding with intense fear.

"Don’t kill me... I’m begging you, don’t kill me! I know I was wrong! I’ll get you into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, I’ll help you revitalize the Grayson Family! As long as it’s something I can do, I’ll agree to anything you say!"

"I don’t want anything! I just want you dead!" A shrill, despairing smile twisted Mandy Grayson’s lips. She abruptly tightened her arm and leaped from the balcony, taking Sheryl Garland with her.

No one had time to react. They could only let out short gasps of shock as they watched the two of them plummet from the balcony.

Vesper Grayson subconsciously squeezed Jared Hawthorne’s hand, her fingertips ice-cold. He turned his hand over and clasped hers firmly, his warmth silently reassuring her.

He shot a look at Leon Quillan and Maxim Chandler. The two understood instantly. They immediately moved forward to methodically control the scene, evacuating uninvolved people, sealing all exits, and strictly preventing any news from leaking to avoid unnecessary panic.

Everyone else rushed downstairs.

Vesper Grayson said softly, "Should we go take a look, too?"

"No. Someone is handling it," Jared Hawthorne said, his expression flat. He calmly reminded her, "This is the second floor. They won’t die from the fall."

"..."

Jared Hawthorne looked at her, a faint hint of approval flashing in his dark eyes. He spoke in a low voice, "A nice use of sowing discord. With just a few words, you made them turn on each other and reveal their true colors."

"Ultimately, it’s because there was no trust between them to begin with. A little provocation was all it took for them to suspect each other. The most important thing is that their elaborate scheme didn’t end up landing on me."

"Luke Lockwood actually did something decent for once." Jared Hawthorne’s dark brows knitted slightly. He reached out, gently pinching her small chin, the pad of his thumb caressing her delicate skin. His voice was low and tinged with a playful tone. "Miss Grayson wouldn’t be so easily moved, would she?"

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