My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 939

After listening to the woman's words, the whole room became even quieter. But unlike earlier, at this time, everyone's eyes looked like they were on fire.

It was the kind of fire that could swallow the enemy alive.

Even if there was a bottomless abyss in front of them, they wouldn't retreat. They had only one purpose, which was to destroy the enemy.

Seeing everybody's eyes, the woman's cold look changed a little. She was still satisfied with their performance.

She turned to look at the leader in the crowd and said, "Dominic, tell me, do you have any other plan?"

When the woman mentioned his name, the man clenched his fists and said, "We have already cut off all roads of retreat. There is no way out except forward. And I have long yearned to not live with this identity."

The woman glanced at the crowd once again, and her voice was gentle but with an unquestionable courage. "Then tell me, do you all have any other way?"

The crowd was silent again. After a moment of silence, they said in unison, "We'll follow you. We'll do whatever you ask us to do."

"I'm only one person. I may not be able to think as thoroughly as all of you can." After the woman addressed everyone's concern, she changed her domineering attitude again. "If you think you have no problem with my suggestion, then let's execute it as planned."

Everyone spoke excitedly, "Yes, we agree to act according to the plan. Since Nathaniel Cooper is still alive, we will find a way to make sure of his death. No one can stop us."

The woman did not continue on this matter. Instead, she mentioned another person. "After Nathaniel came to see the master the last time, his physical condition has deteriorated. I can only fathom what's wrong." She sighed and gently wiped the tears from her eyes with her thin hands. "It's getting late. I have to go back and prepare lunch for him. Perhaps he is old and in poor health, besides the food I cook, he doesn't eat anything else."

After listening to the woman's words, someone was so angry that he slammed on the table and said angrily, "Of course it must be the unfilial bastard Nathaniel that made our Master feel poorly."

The woman wiped her tears again and did not speak.

The more the man spoke, the angrier he became, and his eyes turned red. "That dog Nathaniel! He neither cared for his father nor his brothers. In order to be the President, he ruthlessly had his two brothers assassinated. Now, in order to keep his power as the President, it's not impossible for him to cause his father to die of anger."

"It's alright for you to say that in front of me, but you can't say it in front of the Old Master. He has always cared about the relationship with him and his son. He would never have the heart to kill his own son, so let's not bother him anymore. We can handle these things on his behalf." The woman's voice was gentle, but every word she said was like a poisonous arrow smeared with honey as a disguise. It was an arrow that could kill imperceptibly.

She noticed the hatred towards Nathaniel in everyone's eyes and concealed the viciousness in her heart. She nodded to everyone and said, "Then I won't disturb all of you in your preparations."

She wanted to leave quickly, but some disgruntled voices came from behind her. "Madam Elliot, you are always so kind as to prioritize the Old Master's interests in everything. But if we don't make our intentions clear, wouldn't we have to keep Old Master in the dark for the rest of our lives?"

Hearing those words, the corners of Hannah Elliot's lips curved slightly. It was hard to hide the joy in her heart. She was really fond of this group of idiots.

She was a weak woman. It was a great pleasure to her that she could manipulate the people around her.

It had been 30 years. She had been a slave all these years and held back her anger. What was it all for?

She was not that stupid. She would not devote her whole life to a man who loved nothing but power if it weren't for some other reason. She was just waiting, waiting for an opportunity.