Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 89

Leaving the apartment, Asher tossed the breakfast bag into a rubbish bin downstairs, then coldly instructed his staff to investigate Drake.

The results came back quickly.

Drake had paid a substantial sum to the property management company for Gabriella's detailed address information.

Asher immediately had his legal team file a lawsuit against the property management company and summoned the company's CEO.

The man was in his early forties, completely unaware of the trouble heading his way. He actually believed the CEO of Blackwood Industries had called him in to discuss a potential partnership.

For someone so insignificant, Asher didn't bother meeting him personally.

The meeting was handled by Matt Ford, Asher's assistant.

The man bowed obsequiously, his smile sycophantic. "Mr. Ford, has Mr. Blackwood summoned me today to discuss a potential collaboration with our company?"

Matt raised an eyebrow, contempt flashing in his eyes. "Why would Blackwood Industries collaborate with a company that casually sells residents' private information?"

The man's expression transformed like a turbulent sea, his face instantly darkening. "What? What do you mean selling residents' information?"

Matt threw a stack of documents in front of the man. "Mr. Wood, take a good look. This is evidence of your company selling residents' private information. Mr. Blackwood wanted you to fully understand the situation before your downfall."

Firenze Wood's hands trembled as he flipped through the documents. The more he read, the paler he became, cold sweat forming on his brow.

"This... there must be some misunderstanding... I'll have my staff verify this immediately!"

Matt smiled coldly. "That won't be necessary, Mr. Wood. We've thoroughly investigated the evidence. You were the mastermind behind selling residents' information. Almost all of Drake Ashcroft's payment went directly into your pocket. We're proceeding with legal action. You were summoned here simply to be informed that from today onwards, you'll face a series of difficulties. You're likely to lose everything—all of your own making."

The man turned deathly pale, his legs weakening and his voice trembling. "Please ask Mr. Blackwood to give me another chance. I'll reform, I swear! I'm willing to offer half my assets as compensation!"

Matt gave a contemptuous laugh. "Do you honestly think Mr. Blackwood would be interested in that? Let me be perfectly clear: the resident whose information you sold to Drake Ashcroft is our CEO's fiancée. Do you understand now?"

In an instant, Wood's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with nothing but despair.

For the past few days, Gabriella had been incredibly busy, with court appearances daily and still finding time to help Mark file for workplace injury recognition and a capacity-for-work assessment.

The weather forecast predicted an approaching cold front. Tomorrow would see a dramatic temperature drop, with lows expected around minus four degrees Celsius.

The Bormen siblings had already been transferred to private rooms in a top-tier hospital. Gabriella had asked Lucy to buy down jackets, thick duvets, and electric blankets for them.

When Lucy returned after delivering these items, her eyes were rimmed with red.

The young woman sniffled, her voice trembling with emotion. "Ms. Rodriguez, I've arranged everything as you requested."

Gabriella was drafting documents on her computer. Hearing Lucy's choked voice, she looked up and paused. "Why do you look as though you're about to cry?"

Lucy pressed her lips together, her eyes misting over. "Teresa's condition is deteriorating rapidly. The doctor says if they can't find a compatible bone marrow donor, she might not make it through the winter..."

Gabriella's hands froze over the keyboard, her eyelashes suddenly damp.

"Just wait a bit longer. I've already got people searching for a compatible donor. There will be one... I'm certain there will be," Gabriella's voice quivered slightly.

Lucy couldn't hold back her tears. She looked at Gabriella with reddened eyes. "Ms. Rodriguez... if Teresa really..."

Before she could finish, Gabriella interrupted firmly: "That won't happen! Teresa will be alright!"

Lucy choked back a sob, tightly pressing her lips together to force back her tears.

Throughout the afternoon, Gabriella was noticeably distracted.

She made time to place a phone call.