Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 745

As long as they could walk, they would never let Celia Bennett go.

Lillian locked eyes with her. "From this moment on, do not question anything I do. The car is burned, and the payload test flight will have to be pushed back by at least half a month."

"Miss Bennett, your workload is heavy. I'm giving you two weeks to meticulously rebuild the destroyed equipment and models."

"Leave them to me."

"I won't get my hands dirty. They aren't worth it. But I promise you, they will never have another good day in their lives, and they will never step foot in front of you again."

Lillian already had a strategy mapped out.

She was telling Celia this now so she could mentally prepare herself.

If she wanted to back out, now was the time. Later would be too late.

Tears still clinging to her lashes, Celia suddenly collapsed in a weeping heap at Lillian's feet.

"Ms. Mercer, thank you... If I hadn't met you, I truly wouldn't know what to do."

Lillian quickly reached down and hauled her back up. "Stand tall. Don't let them see you break. Put away your vulnerability and tap into the professional who runs that lab. Go. Don't let them spot you here. Let me handle the mess. You know I'm exceptionally good at what I do."

Celia nodded fiercely, and Emma signaled security to escort her away from the chaotic scene.

Lillian turned to the factory manager. "Do you have any physical cash in the financial office?"

The middle-aged manager, who had been sweating bullets all morning, wiped his brow and nodded frantically. "Yes, we do."

"Bring me everything you have. Cash only."

The manager immediately phoned the accounting department, ordering them to empty the safe and bring it all down.

Lillian then instructed Ethan, "Once the money gets here, keep a ledger. I'll wire the exact amount from my personal account to reimburse the factory later."

Ethan had clearance to her personal accounts and managed her logistics.

She handed him the briefcase. He snapped it open, revealing thick, banded stacks of crisp cash.

At that moment, not a single one of the rioters was paying attention to her.

Lillian raised the megaphone to her lips and roared, "Everyone, shut the hell up!"

The Bennett family instantly recognized that voice. It was the same woman they despised—the one who had supposedly conned them before getting them locked away in mandatory rehab.

Now that they were back, that voice was burned into their memories.

Hearing Lillian's shout, the entire mob spun around.

They were fully prepared to hurl every vile curse they knew at her.

But before a single insult could leave their mouths, every pair of eyes locked onto the overflowing briefcase of money.