Wicked Scheme Lost a problem Got a man novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115
Noah watched as Felicity processed the revelation with an expression of genuine surpris. You didn’t know?” He asked, taking another bite of his now-cold food.
Felicity stared at him, her eyes twitched. “No! How was I supposed to? I can’t believe we are criminals! Does this mean we are connected to the mafia or something? This is just…unbelievable!”
Noah couldn’t help but laugh as Felicity continued to ramble. She turned to him, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
Noah regained his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You look adorable when you’re flustered.”
Felicity’s checks flushed with embarrassment, but she coughed, quickly regaining her focus. This was not the time to be swayed by his stupid words. “Be serious, Noah. What does this mean for us?”
“Relax, your family isn’t mafia. But you could face consequences if your family’s illicit history becomes public knowledge. It’s fortunate that the operation was shut down a long time ago.”
“Thank goodness for that,” Felicity sighed in relief that she didn’t have any other mess to cover up. But her curiosity was piqued so she asked, “But why was it stopped? Who stopped it? Was it my father?”
Noah’s smile faded into a frown. He gazed at her with a serious expression before a sliver of realisation flashed in his eyes, “You don’t know the true story behind the feud between your family and the Walkers.” He stated.
Felicity’s brow shut up, “What are you talking about? I thought it had something to do with a love triangle or some other melodrama.”
“Far from it,” Noah replied casually. “More like a bloodbath.”
“A bloodbath?” Felicity gasped. “What happened?”
Noah shook his head. “If your father didn’t tell you, it’s not my place to discuss it. You should ask him.”
“Oh, come on!” Felicity exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “You can’t just drop a bombshell like that and not give me any details!”
“I’m sorry, but this is something you need to discuss with your father.” Noah’s tone was firm, leaving no He finished his meal and took his plate to the kitchen, leaving Felicity alone with her thoughts.
room for argument.
As she sat at the dining table, Felicity couldn’t shake the feeling that there was much more to her family’s history than she had been led to believe. If her ancestors had been involved in such nefarious activities, what else might she uncover?
Wait, wasn’t she forgetting something?
“Hey, Noah! You haven’t told me about the Walkers’ other illegal businesses!” She called out after him.
Georgia parked her black Ford at the side of the street, scrunching her nose in disgust at the revolting surroundings. When her mom had sent her her current address, Georgia was shocked at the location. It was the worst side of the city, the very gutter filled with riff-ratfs. This prompted Georgia to dress down and opt for a less conspicuous car to avoid attracting unwanted attention.
Steeling herself, she eyed the dimly lit alley with a mixture of trepidation and distaste. “The things I do for you, Mom. The things I do…” she muttered under her breath before venturing into the foul-smelling alley. The stench of urine, faeces, tobacco, and wet garbage assaulted her senses, and it took every ounce of willpower not to turn back and return to the safety
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of her upscale neighbourhood.
“Did someone die here?” Georgia exclaimed, covering her nose in an attempt to stifle the overpowering odours.
“Yes, actually, Old Pete died of starvation just yesterday. May he rest in peace,” a voice from the shadows replied.
Georgia jumped, startled by the homeless man sitting on the damp ground, attempting to salvage a rotten banana.
“Thank you?” she responded tentatively before hastily making her way out of the alley, gasping for fresh air as she emerged
onto the street.
With a heavy sigh, she located her mother’s address in the rundown apartment complex. She knocked on the door, flinching as it was yanked open by her dishevelled mother, Patricia, still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
Took you long enough!” Patricia spat, turning away and leaving Georgia to enter the dilapidated apartment. The peeling pale yellow walls, worn brown floors, broken windows, and lack of furniture did little to quell the rising sense of dread in Georgia’s chest. An unpleasant smell permeated the air.
“What died in here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“My dignity, Patricia deadpanned.
Georgia shot back, “Well, the alley smells better than this.”
“Get used to it. You might be joining me soon if we don’t come up with a plan,” Patricia retorted, her eyes hard and accusing.
Georgia shuddered, trying to ignore the possibility as she scanned the room for a clean spot to sit. Finding a relatively unsoiled stool in the corner, she gingerly took a seat.
“Couldn’t you have at least stayed in a hotel?”
“I can’t afford a hotel. Connor froze all my accounts,” Patricia admitted, her face a mask of bitterness.
“You don’t have a secret stash of money stored somewhere?” Georgia inquired, her desperation mounting.
“No.”
“That’s lousy, even for you,” Georgia shook her head. “What about a friend you can stay with?”
Patricia’s glare intensified. “How can I possibly ask for help? Do you want the whole world to know that I’m homeless and that I tried to kill my brother?”
“Sorry, it was just a suggestion. What about our old house?” Georgia asked, grasping at straws.
I sold that place a long time ago.”
Frustrated and unable to hide her disappointment, Georgia threw her hands into the air, rolling her eyes at her mother’s poor life choices. “So why did you call me here?”
Patricia lowered herself to the worn floor, crossing her legs in a semblance of poise. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of bitterness and determination. “We have to get back at Felicity, that conniving **h, she declared, her voice trembling with resentment. “And while we’re at it, we need to find a way to get me out of this wretched place.”