"It's just a small hiccup in our investment plans. As long as we prevent Arabella from marrying Percival, there will be other opportunities."
Beatrice glanced up, her eyes full of shrewdness. She forced Vivienne to marry Percival not merely because of the Ellington family's investment. More importantly, it was to protect Arabella.
Arabella was her carefully nurtured protégé. She had poured a lot of human and financial resources to mold Arabella into the well-known talent she was in Havenwood today. In the future, the benefits Arabella could bring to the Hawthorn family were substantial. She would never let Arabella marry Percival.
Therefore, even if through marriage, the benefits the Ellington family could bring to the Hawthorn family, it was just a small fry compared to Arabella, who was a more stable investment.
She was worried that the marriage contract with the Ellington family would face problems, thus she forced Vivienne to get engaged to Percival.
Vivienne's theft was a disgrace to a prestigious family, and the Ellington family naturally wouldn't want her anymore.
The engagement would naturally be cancelled, saving them the trouble of bringing Vivienne back. This was also the reason why she supported Arabella's plan.
Beatrice pondered for a moment, then said to Arabella, "Go to the media and expose this."
Arabella was startled. "But doing this will also have a big impact on our family."
The Hawthorn family's daughter was a thief. How would outsiders view the Hawthorn family? This seemed to be a lose-lose situation.
"It's okay, her mother took her away from our family, so we are the victims." Beatrice sat on her expensive custom chair, and her eyes were showing a hint of indifference.
Arabella was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "I understand, Grandma."
At the Havenwood police station.
Vivienne was slouched in the interrogation chair, her long slender legs crossed. On the table in front of her was a phone that the law enforcement officers had forcefully shoved but couldn't get rid of.
In the quiet interrogation room, the phone was ringing non-stop. The two law enforcement officers that brought her in were sweating, extremely nervous.
Seeing her not answering the phone, one of them gently persuaded, "Ms. Hawthorn, this phone has been ringing for a while, why don't you answer it?"
Vivienne glanced up, and a sarcastic and confident smile showed on her lips. "Sorry, I always abide by the law. I remember the police saying I must surrender my phone to assist in your investigation."
The law enforcement officers were at a loss for words. They felt like crying.
In accordance with normal procedures, they really didn't have any problem. Vivienne was reported for theft, and it was a valuable item. They brought the suspect back for questioning and confiscated her phone, all within normal procedures; they didn't give Vivienne a hard time.
But as soon as they brought Vivienne back to the station, the phone in the chief's office rang. Since Jaylan wasn't there, they answered it.
The result—scared them half to death!
More than a dozen calls in a row, all from their superiors, all asked if they had arrested a woman named Vivienne. After telling the truth, they were severely scolded and told to let her go. But when he was about to let Vivienne go, she wouldn't leave. She just sat there, and no amount of persuasion could get her to leave.
They had no choice but to call their superiors and report Vivienne's situation. Their superior asked them to hand the phone to Vivienne, but she adamantly refused to answer the phone.
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