In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 527

Hilda?

Isn't it Whitney?

I'm a little confused.

"Didn't you say that Whitney asked you to do it? How could it be Hilda?"

He pulls a wry face.

"Hilda asked me to say that. She said she wanted me to frame Whitney."

Now, I finally understand.

No wonder when I mentioned this to Whitney, she had a dazed expression on her face. It turns out that she hasn't done it at all.

Hilda is just too scheming.

She designs such a trick to aggravate the conflict between Whitney and me.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have driven into Whitney.

In that case, I wouldn't have got into a lawsuit and almost lost Earl.

It is Hilda who has caused all of this.

Whitney and I are really too stupid to be toyed with by her just like that.

Thinking about how terrifying Hilda is, I cannot help shivering.

However, I never expect that Hilda would secretly give money to Lee.

Given her cruel heart and malicious means, she should have killed Lee to silence him. How could she allow him to threaten her?

Unless she has some reason not to kill him.

But what can it be?

Lee is just an ordinary cake maker, a mere nobody.

If it wasn't for him, could it be someone from his family?

"Lee, are there any big shots in your family?"

"Big shot?" Lee frowns and firmly shakes his head at me, "Our family has been farming for generations without any big shot."

He simply smiles. He seems to be numb to this kind of life.

"What about your distant relatives?"

He nods and says to me repeatedly, "I know. I definitely won't say it. Otherwise, Hilda would definitely not let me off if she knew that I had said it."

With that, he takes the money and leaves.

I am a little more vigilant against Hilda.

She's really scarier than I think.

Just how many other things has she done that I don't know?

Since she hasn't made any movements yet, is she planning another big conspiracy?

It's easy to come here by taxi, but difficult to come back.

I have walked for nearly two hours before I finally take a taxi.

While in the car, the manager calls.

"Where have you been? Someone is here for you."

Someone's here for me?

"Who? Hilda?" I ask nervously.