Abigail rolled her eyes, "What, you scared or something? You think I''m Freya? Even if I smacked her, you think anyone would care? The court wouldn''t even blink." Quinn smirked, thinking she might have a point.


    "So, should we just turn around?" Quinn joked.


    Abigail suddenly mmed on the brakes and turned to look at her. "You serious, babe?"


    Before Quinn could respond, Abigail was already making a U-turn. Quinn quickly grabbed her hand, "No, I was just messing around. Don''t get involved." Abigail teased, "Still such a chicken."


    "I''m just worried she''ll get desperate. Let them duke it out. If she messes with Walter, he''s got plenty of ways to handle her," Quinn said coolly.


    Abigail thought it over and agreed, dropping the idea of going back to beat up Getty.


    Walter didn''t even see Getty as a threat. He thought it was pointless to waste his time on her.


    But what if Getty decided to poke the bear?


    Getty had gotten a taste of power over the years. Losing a smallwsuit would make her aughingstock.


    So, since Walter was backing Freya, she decided to take them both down!


    She went to see Walter again.


    Walter was a bit surprised to see Getty show up.


    Getty pulled a bank card from her bag and pped it on the table. "Here''s two million bucks," she said, all smug.


    Walter nced at Getty, then at the card. He picked it up, twirling it between his fingers.


    He grinned, "What''s this supposed to mean?"


    Getty thought Walter was interested and started exining, "Thatwyer for Freya, you found him, right? She''s down and out now, why are you still helping her? I''ve got all the assets and shares of the Kennedy Group. Even if you help her, Freya won''t get squat when she gets out."Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    "What are you getting at?" Walter asked.


    "I think you look pretty good. Why don''t youe with me?" Getty suggested, trying to reel him in.


    Over the years, she''d found plenty of good-looking guys, but they allcked something. Seeing Walter now, she realized what it was.


    It was charisma.


    Walter''s smile widened. "I heard the Kennedy Group''s almost bankrupt. Didn''t expect you to still have this much cash."


    "What does its bankruptcy have to do with me? Besides, its foundation is still there; it won''t go under that fast. Anyway, if youe with me, you''ll definitely benefit," Getty said.


    "Like what?" Walter asked.


    Getty was momentarily speechless. "Aren''t you holding three hundred thousand dors?"


    "Three hundred thousand to buy me off, Ms. Morgan? Do I look that cheap?" Walter sneered.


    Stunned, Getty said, "Three hundred thousand isn''t enough? If you stick with Freya, you won''t even get thirty bucks! And you''re stillining."


    Walter leaned back, fingers drumming on the sofa. After a moment, he said, "How about this, Ms. Morgan? Give me three million a month, and I''ll pack my stuff and move in with you right now. Deal?"


    Getty suddenly mmed the table. "Are you nuts? Who do you think you are, asking for three million a month? You must be out of your mind. I came to you because I thought you were worth it, but you really think you''re special," Getty


    snapped, giving him a once-over. "Seems even two million was too much. Since you don''t know a good deal when you see one, let me spell it out: if you keep helping Freya, I''ll make sure you end up in prison with her!"