Chapter 1781
At the time, Arnold assured her earnestly, promising he would take good care of Pearl.
The antique necklace might not have been worth a fortune, but it was worth a few million dollars for sure. Even if it was considered as a payment for the lodging, Arnold shouldn’t have made Pearly stay in such a suffocating room.
This was outrageous!
Marlinie was fuming. She was ready to confront Arnold as soon as he returned.
Meanwhile, Lea suddenly tugged at Bertha’s hand. “Mom, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Bertha looked around the small room, and seeing no restroom, she prepared to take her daughter out to find one. However, they discovered that the door had been locked from the outside.
They were trapped.
What was going on?
Bertha turned to Marlinie, feeling uneasy. “Marlinie, we’re locked in!”
Coming to her senses, Marlinie set aside what she was holding, went to the door, and twisted the knob hard to confirm it was locked. Her expression darkened.
“Mom, Ms. Marlinie, what’s happening? Why would someone lock us in?”
Marlinie was also at a loss, and she exchanged a glance with Bertha. It seems she doesn’t want us to meet her father.”
Bertha agreed with this theory and nodded. “Regardless, we should call for help.”
Marlinie/took out her phone to seek outside help, only to find that her cell service was blocked.
This was bad!
Sheila, who had locked Marlinie, Bertha, and Lea in the attic, was playing with the key as she gleefully descended the stairs to wait for the pot roast delivery.
Their villa had four stories, and her father’s office and bedroom were both on the second floor. He usually didn’t venture up to the fourth
floor.
Even if the two women yelled and banged on the door, they would not be heard from downstairs. She wasn’t afraid of them calling the police, either. She had turned on the signal jammer upstairs, a device she had originally bought to deal with Ellinor.
Now, all she had to do was wait for the pot roast, prepare some excuse to send her dad out when he returned, and then team up with her mother to deal with the two women upstairs.
After sitting downstairs for a while, Sheila sent a message to her mother, urging her to hurry back.
The doorbell rang and the pot roast had arrived.
Sheila took the pot roast inside and went to the kitchen to put the pot roast into her own pot, making it look like she was the one who cooked.
Just as she finished this, the sound of the front door being unlocked came from the hallway.
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Sheila quickly threw the delivery bags into the trash, put the lid on, and stepped out of the kitchen.
Arnold was coming in with his fishing gear. Seeing his lazy daughter, who spent her days pampering herself at home, was always a trigger for him. “Why are you wearing so much makeup at home? Are you trying to scare me to death?”
Sheila, who had originally greeted him with a smile, felt wronged and pouted. “Dad, why do you always find fault with me when you come home? I’ve been working hard to make you a pot roast!”
Arnold still looked unimpressed. “Is the pot roast ready? Serve me some quickly; I didn’t have lunch, and I’m starving!” He said as he cast a disdainful look at her.
It was a perfect opportunity for Sheila to show off, so she put on a smile. “It’s ready! Dad, sit down and wait a moment. I’ll serve it right away. You can taste my great cooking skills.”
