He was too old for that.
“Nothing is going smoothly, huh?” Greg grumbled.
Diarmuid had pretty much destroyed his son Ian, giving no chance of bailing Ian out as Ian appeared headed for prison. Moreover, Diarmuid’s current position in Sky Group seemed untouchable.
Henry appeared somber, since Diarmuid’s influence was not to be underestimated.
“What do you think we should do, Dad?” Greg asked frantically.
“Didn’t Ian’s girlfriend have a plan to embarrass Abigail?
How did it go?” Henry asked.
It would’ve been better if he did not mention it–Robin’s case had been another cause for grief.
She was actually forced to wipe the floor of the sporting complex as she promised, with people constantly keeping an eye on her to ensure that she did so.
It seemed she would have to continue tomorrow as well, since it was at least a two–day job, given that she was doing it with her bare hands.
Not only was her plans foiled, she ended up paying dearly for it–even with Quincy Moore’s help, since she never had much influence to cause trouble in the first place.
While they believed that the people watching Robin were offended parents, they were actually Diarmuid’s people.
“So, a dud?” Henry understood immediately just from the awkward look on Greg’s face.
“Diarmuid’s no pushover. You had to give him so much power that he got full of himself, Henry. Now, he wouldn’t even listen to you,” Quincy complained.
“Shut up!” Greg snapped and immediately shot her a glare–things just improved for them since his father was now on their side.
Quincy went quiet, but not out of fear; it was too late to say anything now.
The only thing they could do for the time being was to work together and topple Diarmuid–that was the only way they could rescue Ian.
“Sir, I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’d work,” Moneypenny chimed in..
“Tell us!” Greg exclaimed before Henry could say anything – he was so desperate, anything would do for him right now.
Moneypenny, however, kept his eyes on Henry.
He would only speak with Henry’s permission.
Henry raised a hand. “Tell us.”
“Well…”
Moneypenny took a moment to find the right words before saying, “Master Diarmuid is only able to focus on confronting us because he has no domestic concerns. If he did, he would be distracted, and that would afford us an opportunity.
“Oh, Moneypenny is right!” Quincy exclaimed.
Though she was middle–aged, no one could tell because she did her best to look younger.
She nudged her husband with her elbow. “Come on, say something.”
“It’s a good plan, but how do we do that?” Greg pointed out.
Henry had stayed quiet exactly because of that – Abigail and Diarmuid were getting along wonderfully now, and their child only strengthened their bond.
“That’s easy. Just drive a wedge between them!” Quincy exclaimed, an idea occurring to her. “Any couple in a relationship would always be wary of homewreckers. Things would get shaky once one showed up, right?”
Nonetheless, Greg found it was difficult. “But Diarmuid is smart. Would that really work?”
Quincy shot him a look.
If only he could get his act together… the entire Althoff estate wouldn’t have fallen straight into Diarmuid’s hands in its entirety!
Naturally, she would never say that out loud since all men had their ego, and she would allow Greg to keep his
. because they couldn’t afford to fight amongst themselves right now they had to form a unified front to topple Diarmuid first!
“Henry, didn’t you have the right person for the job?” Quincy smiled, turning to the elderly man.
“You mean Kathy York?” Henry shook his head immediately. “I’m afraid that won’t work.”
Quincy was puzzled. “Why not?”
“I had her pass herself off as Diarmuid’s savior and even arranged for her to work in the same building with him, but he showed no interest and actually threw her to a branch company. How could she affect them at all when Diarmuid refused to even look at her?”
Quincy’s eyes twinkled right then. “That’s easy. If Diarmuid thinks he owes her for saving him, he’d definitely do something if I threatened her.”
After all, Quincy was the one who tried to drown Diarmuid before. As it turned out, someone rescued him after she left. Now that everyone assumed that Kathy saved Diarmuid, it was only natural for Quincy to hold spite for Kathy.
Henry watched as the others schemed, and eventually said, “Do as you see fit. I’m tired.”
“Of course, Henry. You should rest.”
Quincy walked up to him eagerly, but she was just about to go and help him to his feet, Henry told her, ”
Moneypenny will help me. Just do what you have to do.”
Quincy took no offense and told Moneypenny, “Take good care of him.”
“Of course,” Moneypenny replied.
After they were gone, Greg came up to her and asked, “Is your plan really going to work?”
“Why not?” Quincy was brimming with confidence. ” Diarmuid isn’t heartless–he may not like Kathy, but he’d do something if I threatened to hurt his savior.”
“But how’s that going to drive a wedge between Diarmuid and Abigail?” Greg asked.
Quincy rolled her eyes. She really wanted to ask where he put his brains.
Nonetheless, she patiently explained, “All women are petty, especially when it comes to their partners.
Ricky looked up at her and asked, “You’re early. You knew, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Abigail admitted.
Ricky’s eyes were unfocused as he stared into the distance. “The cops were asking if I saw her, and if I knew anything.”
Abigail quietly listened, but she knew that someone got Samantha out of prison–she never could have escaped by herself.
Not sure how to assure him, she said, “You need to take care of your health.”
Ricky suddenly turned towards her. “She just died last night… How did you know?”
“I—”
Abigail was about to say that Diarmuid told him, but quickly changed, “I overheard the cops telling you.”
“Ah,” Ricky murmured, but he knew that she was lying.
Was she hiding something? Why? Because she knew that
Diarmuid killed her mother?
Beneath his blanket, Ricky’s hands balled into fists.
“My condolences,” Abigail said quietly.
Ricky forced a smile. “I know. She’s never coming back…
By the way, was Diarmuid with you before midnight last night?”
Abigail shook her head. “No, he’s busy with work.”
“I think I’m sleepy,” Ricky suddenly said.
Abigail helped him pull up his blanket. “Okay. I’ll be right here with you.”
Ricky said nothing, but quietly closed his eyes.
Around eight in the morning, Sheryl arrived with Ricky’s breakfast.
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