Chapter 352
The alcohol hadn’t fully hit yet, and Elissa’s mind was still clear. Whether she was sure about her decision didn’t really matter.
She gently clinked her can against Tanya’s. “Tanya, this wasn’t a situation where I had any other choice p>
Not unless she was willing to forget how her parents died and let the criminals responsible walk free.
Tanya wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “So what did Rowan say? Did he just agree to it p>
Elissa fell silent, a dull ache still throbbing somewhere in her body. “He thinks I want to get back together with Frank p>
He had taken out his rage on her, and then again on Frank.
Tanya bit back a curse. Men. It was better not to even talk about them.
“So, what’s your plan now?” The Murphy family had covered their tracks in the car accident so perfectly that even with the evidence Frank had found, they could only speculate. There wasn’t enough to convict anyone. And with the Murphys’ power and influence, getting revenge through other means would be even harder.
Elissa set her empty can on the coffee table. “First, let’s see what their next move is p>
“Their p>
“Yeah.” Elissa shared her thoughts. “Frank said today that the man responsible is getting out of prison in the next couple of days p>
He hated her parents, and he hated her. Once he was out, he would surely make a move. Finding definitive proof from the original accident would be nearly impossible, but if he tried something new, he was more likely to leave a trail. If you pull a turnip out of the ground, you’re bound to get some dirt with it.
After returning to his apartment, Frank sat for a while, but the suffocating feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away. He pulled out his phone and called Bradley Wheeler. “Up for a drink p>
“Sure,” Bradley said, pausing his video game. His agreement was swift. “Should I call the others p>
By “the others,” he meant the usual group of friends they drank with.
Frank’s brow furrowed. “Just you p>
The rest of their friends had always sided with Marcia over Elissa. Bradley was the only one who had consistently urged him to be kinder to his “little Elissa p>
Bradley was a bit surprised but didn’t press the issue and simply agreed.
They met at their usual bar. Even late at night, the place was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and booming music. A waiter recognized them and led them to a private room on the second floor. “Mr. Atwater, Mr. Wheeler. What can I get for you tonight p>
Before the door closed, a group of women passed by. One of them paused, glanced inside, then turned away to make a call.
Marcia had just stepped out of the shower when her friend called. “What’s up so late p>
“Guess who I just saw at Nightfall p>
“Who p>
“Mr. Atwater!” the girl whispered, stepping away from her friends. “He’s got a bruise on his face and looks like he’s in a terrible mood. If you don’t get over here, one of these other vixens is going to snatch him up p>
“Okay, I got it.” Marcia glanced down at her flat stomach. “Once I’ve secured my position, I won’t forget you p>
After hanging up, the girl glanced back toward the private room. Frank was now the sole heir to the Atwater family. If Marcia could truly lock him down, her social standing would skyrocket.
A few drinks in, Bradley finally got the full story. He was stunned. “You’re saying Rowan might have had feelings for little Elissa this whole time p>