FreeGoodNovelChapter 0742 This day had started as a glorious one for Frank Levett. He was finally becoming the owner of Palmer Group-a feat comparable to buying one of the biggest designer clothing chains or something like that, without spending a single cent.
What Frank hadn't counted on, however, was that by taking the business from the original Palmers, the method he used to exert pressure had consequences he hadn't fully anticipated.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaximus had already withdrawn, knowing his son, nephew and Mary's son were safe. Where exactly? Only Alden had the answer. But for now, the plan had worked.
Frank sat in the elegant chair reserved for the president of Palmer Group, repeatedly staring at the photos Marcus Bartz had sent him. A wave of rage consumed him. His daughter-the little girl he had once cradled in his arms, taught to ride a bike, and who had given him countless headaches as a teenager was alive.
This revelation hurt him even more than seeing and hearing Marcus torturing Lucia, his wife. Just the thought that Alexia could meet the sfate froze his blood. Without hesitation, Frank decided to use the only card he had left.
He pulled out his planner, searched for a number, and made a call.
"Frank, my friend! How are you? It's been ages since I last heard from you.
"Hello, my dear friend. Unfortunately, this isn't a courtesy call. A long tago, I did you a huge favor, and now I need you to return it." "My friend, I haven't forgotten. You and your father savedfrom a trial that would have destroyed my life and my family. Of course, I'll help you! Tell me, what do you need?" "It's about Marcus Bartz and Peter Palmer." "Oh, my friend! That Bartz guy is protected, and by svery powerful people. You know they let him walk free thanks to that scumbag Anthony Moriarty." "Who's that?" "The new judge. Everyone says he's as ruthless as your father was, but I think it's just a front. That guy has to have skeletons in his closet, but no one's been able to prove it. He's keeping us all on edge, so it's pointless to go after Bartz right now. But that Palmer guy? That's another story. Wait... isn't he Maximus's brother?" "Exactly. The man isn't dead-he's alive and well. But he and Bartz share a filthy past. If we bring it to light, that bastard won't leave prison until he's in a coffin." "What do you wantto do?" "I want you to dig up all the dirt on that man and expose it. Something explosive, something no one can ignore.' "Got it! You know I can make it happen. Do you have the information we need?" "I only have bits and pieces. The rest seems sealed tight. I couldn't find anything after his supposed death. But with what I'll send you, you can drop the bomb-and feel free to embellish it as you like." "Alright! Letsee what I can do. You know this will cost, and it won't ccheap...' "That's why I cto you. Now, I'll send you sphotos. I want you to start a nationwide search campaign for my daughter." "Wait... isn't Alexia dead?" Chapter "No! Marcus Bartz has her. And trust me, he's going to regret puttingthrough this torment. With these photos, we can create a national scandal." "Do you have proof to back up your story?" "I have an email. Hold on, I'll forward it to you...'
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrank began forwarding the email when suddenly his screen turned blue. The message was encrypted to prevent sharing an attempting to do so caused the system to crash. It was obvious Marcus wasn't going to let Frank have any leverage against him. Now, the only thing Frank had left was the limited information he'd gathered on Peter. "Damn it!" Frank roared, throwing his laptop.
He was livid. Those photos were his only proof that his daughter was alive, and now they were gone.
"My friend, my computer's fried! But the plan goes on. I want you to get Peter Palmer out of that hospital he's locked up in. I'll send you the details in a moment."
If he couldn't publicly reveal that his daughter was alive, he'd expose Peter's survival instead He'd uncover Survival Ο his past, expose that he was institutionalized—and frhim as a lunatic driven mad by his own crimes, That kind of story would make waves. And among those who'd surely see it was Marcus Bartz.
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