Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 62

Asher let out a cold laugh. "You're trying to blackmail me? You dare?"

In high school, Vanessa Miller had confessed her feelings to him, and he had politely declined.

But the girl had stuck to him like glue, following him everywhere.

Her pursuit of him at school had become notorious.

Thoroughly annoyed, he had eventually used his family's influence to force her to transfer schools.

After Vanessa transferred, he finally had some peace.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. When he entered university, he encountered her again.

She had somehow discovered he was attending Oxford University and had managed to get accepted there as well.

Every day, she would bring him breakfast, follow him to his lectures, and constantly send him love letters and gifts.

Vanessa once again became infamous at the university for her relentless pursuit of him.

Now she was sobbing desperately. "Asher, do you really not care if I live or die? Why are you so heartless? Is my life worth less than an engagement ceremony?"

Asher remained perfectly calm, like an emotionless machine. His voice was utterly cold. "That routine might work on other men, but not on me."

Vanessa tried to say more, but Asher didn't give her the chance.

He ended the call abruptly and immediately dispatched security to find her, while ensuring the engagement ceremony would proceed as planned.

It wasn't that he cared about Vanessa, but if she wasn't found quickly, she would certainly disrupt the ceremony.

If she actually jumped and died during his and Gabriella's engagement, it would be catastrophic.

Having someone die at their engagement would traumatize Gabriella, and might even prevent their eventual marriage altogether.

In a room somewhere in the estate, Vanessa stood frozen for several seconds after Asher hung up on her. Then, in a sudden burst of rage, she hurled her phone against the wall before descending into a full-blown tantrum, throwing anything within reach.

Grace watched Vanessa's breakdown with cold detachment. "Miss Miller, why are you so impatient?"

After exhausting herself, Vanessa collapsed onto the floor, muttering despondently, "He truly doesn't care if I live or die. How can he not care about me at all?"

Grace let out a contemptuous laugh, her eyes flashing with disdain as she pulled out a lighter and unhurriedly lit a cigarette.

A sharp knocking sounded at the door.

One of Grace's bodyguards went to answer it.

"Miss Bennett, the woman is surrounded by security—we couldn't get to her. But we did manage to catch this little one," reported the tall bodyguard in black, holding Lucy like a rag doll.

Lucy's hands were tied behind her back, her legs kicking wildly as she struggled desperately. A strip of black tape covered her mouth, and her eyes were wide with terror.

Grace took a leisurely drag of her cigarette, exhaling a ring of smoke. "Useless," she murmured.

The bodyguard lowered his head in silence.

Grace glanced at her watch. "It's about time. Let's go."

She stood up and looked down at the weeping Vanessa with contempt, narrowing her eyes.

Grace's smile was like Satan's from the depths of hell—technically a smile, but one that sent chills down the spine.

"Miss Miller, I suggest you pull yourself together and stick to our plan. If anything goes wrong because of you, I won't pay a single penny toward your father's medical bills."

Without waiting for Vanessa's response, Grace turned and left.