Grace was so sapped of strength she couldn't even stand. Staying in her fallen pose, she panted heavily for a while before struggling to her feet. She wobbled and reached out, trying to get her phone back.
But Olga? No way she was giving it back. She stepped back, laughing even more brazenly, “You want it? Tough luck!”
Grace was pissed. She had barely managed to stand on one foot when Olga figured out her plan.
“You can barely move, and think you will get help? Do you think you can even get out the door? If it weren't for your money, I would have put you in the grave ages ago!”
Grace was still trying, her other foot barely touching the ground, when she heard Olga's threatening warning.
“Listen up, I'm running out of patience. Tomorrow, you're getting the folks at Solterra's Will Depository to change your will in front of me, transferring all your assets to my name. Got it?”
Grace ignored her, finally standing on both feet, about to take a step forward.
Olga reached out, easily pushing her back onto the bed, "You heard me, right? Are you deaf, old lady?"
Olga even grabbed Grace's ear. Grace was in pain, "Let go."
But Olga didn't. She got a kick out of seeing Grace in pain.
With her ear being tugged, the pain from hitting her head on the bed railing returned. She started to gasp for air.
Seeing Grace clutch her chest, Olga sneered, “That trick won’t work on me!”
This old lady could only play dead in front of Attlee. Not with her, no way!
“Did you hear me?” Olga still held her ear, threatening her.
Grace was in so much pain, she curled up like a shivering rabbit being held by its ear, completely defenseless.
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