Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 186 Bargaining chip

Daniel’s eyes were fixed on the girl who had slapped him. He was still stunned that a random person could have the audacity to lay their filthy hands on him. Of course, he knew who she was—not that he gave a damn—but to actually slap him was aggravating.

Draven would have confronted her, but Daniel tapped him gently on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The fuming girl in the corner was still trembling from their earlier exchange. The sheer disrespect was grating.

"You piece of shit, aren’t you listening to me?" Beatrice roared, screaming like a deranged woman before bending to pick up her heels and hurl them at Daniel. He dodged, and the shoes crashed into the window behind him.

"Oops. Not only are you useless, but your aim is pathetic—that’s why you couldn’t even get yourself a man. It must be painful losing your so-called lover to his fellow man. You must feel stupid." Daniel clapped back, his eyes daring the pathetic figure before him to make another move.

Daniel kept stepping forward as Beatrice slowly retreated, stepping out of the ambulance stylishly. Daniel advanced furiously, still flanked by Draven and Xylander.

They would have intervened, but Daniel was handling the situation so well they decided to stick around.

"You won’t win, Draven. You’re not leaving our contract—not after all I did to help you. Now you’re dumping me?" Beatrice yelled, her chest rising and falling dramatically. "No one dumps Beatrice Bradford. Not even you, Draven. Am I clear?" Her menacing eyes locked on the redhead, but Daniel, standing in front of him, poked her forehead, aggravating her further.

"I believe you’re standing before me and not my husband. It was your desperate ass that begged him to marry you. But on a serious note, why would he? And who’s the plain Jane here? Look at me—I have two gorgeous husbands. What do you have, if not your mama who’s never around?" Daniel fired at her, laughing so hard that Beatrice felt her entire pride diminish.

Daniel had wanted to let the insignificant thing pass, but she had insulted him. People like her deserved to know their place. She would definitely keep poking her nose into their circle, and that wasn’t allowed.

"Hmm, stomped? Or has the cat got your tongue, beautiful Beatrice?" Daniel laughed again. Beatrice, her head swollen with embarrassment, couldn’t speak. She was losing her composure, and Daniel wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

"I can’t stand your voice anymore! You think by pulling a stunt here at Lancaster House you’ve won? Oh, dear, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. These people are deadlier than the Indian cobra, and I will root for your sweet downfall. It will make me the happiest young woman on earth," Beatrice promised, deep hatred and resentment in her eyes. She looked at Draven once more, wanting to cry.

She remembered how happy she had been, thinking she was about to get her man—the one she had shamelessly fallen for. Her original plan to use him had vanished because she found herself falling slowly for the handsome playboy. She had rejoiced when he accepted the marriage, thinking she had fully convinced him, never imagining she would be dumped at the altar. Who does that?

"Your family will suffer for this, Draven. Watch me as I destroy your father and mother and see them crawl," Beatrice spat. Draven, who might have been expected to be scared or shaken, didn’t move. All he did was shrug.

"Then be my guest, woman. And before your arrival, I believe you disturbed our business. So be on your way while we continue," Draven ushered her out nonchalantly. Right then, he slammed his lips onto Daniel’s, sucking on his tongue. With a pained look, Beatrice stared one last time at them and began crying for real. Her eyes couldn’t believe it—she had truly lost to this man from the Lancaster family.

She continued walking out, not looking where she was going, until she stumbled into two figures. The woman she stepped on was enraged and about to lash out when she recognized the face instantly.

It was Grandma Dorothy. Seeing that the person before her was Beatrice Bradford, one of the richest young women in New York City—and the world—she immediately changed tactics.

She thanked God she was with Angelo. They had previously been arguing about getting Alessandro out of prison, with Dorothy reprimanding him for not doing anything as the man of the house.

"Your father is being dragged away and accused of so many atrocious acts, but you stand there like an empty log of wood. Don’t you know that’s a big disgrace?" Dorothy had told him minutes earlier. While they were trying to see if they could visit the station, they encountered the distraught young woman.

"I’m so sorry..." Dorothy wasn’t the type to apologize—she was filled with pride—but Angelo was taken aback seeing her so easily engage with Beatrice. It made him suspicious.

With the type of family he had, he had learned that no deed done by them was out of charity or ordinary. Something was always needed. This time, with his father arrested, she was probably trying to seek favor from another higher-up. But did this girl seem that capable? And how did Dorothy recognize her when he himself didn’t know who she was?

"As I said, I wasn’t watching where I was going—my son’s arrest has been on my mind. I hope you’re alright. Your eyes look red!" she began to pry. Beatrice, who normally would have felt irritated, couldn’t hold back. She began hiccupping, then burst into tears.

"He destroyed my life and happiness. Now who will marry the girl who was abandoned at the altar on her wedding day?" she raged harder. Dorothy’s mind clicked—so that was what happened. She remembered seeing her at a church wedding that ended in disaster. Could it be the same one?

"Oh, dear, calm down," she went closer and hugged her, stunning Angelo, who stood there speechless, unable to form a single reasonable word. All of this felt absurd—it didn’t make any sense. Is this how far she would go? He was uncomfortable where he stood, his mind drifting to the guy he had insulted at the hotel.

He was feeling so guilty—and that kiss lingered so much in his mind. Angelo found himself touching his lips while smiling. What he had said then was actually a lie; he had enjoyed the kiss a lot.

Dorothy, while hugging Beatrice, saw her grandson looking lost, laughing and touching his lips, and she smirked.

"So, are you ready to talk, beauty?" Feeling a bit better, Beatrice pulled out of the hug and fixed her hair before trying to form a sentence.

"It’s Daniel. He stole my man. He’s the reason I was dumped at the altar, and now I can’t stand it. I want him to face that same pain and loss. I want him to lose everything he loves—including his husband," she yelled, trying to compose herself. Dorothy saw that if her plan worked perfectly, she could kill two birds with one stone: get Angelo married, and end Daniel’s ambition. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out that his arrival was probably to take over the family company, mansion, and all the properties. She would rather die than let that happen.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know how we can all get what we want. So why don’t you engage my son here? With him, you can regain your dignity. The reward will be that we destroy Daniel and his happiness—and that man you want? We’ll make him crawl to you and become your complete slave..." Dorothy let out a smile. Beatrice looked at her, assessing her expression.

"Why would I do that? Your family is being framed for several heinous crimes. What would that do to my reputation?" she asked. Dorothy grinned. This was only for their benefit, truth be told. If they secured a partnership with her mother, it was all over. But Daniel’s destruction—she was definitely doing that. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Dorothy walked closer to her before replying, "We both know it’s all false, and Mr. Lancaster is bouncing back stronger. Take this opportunity and make your comeback..." she whispered.

Angelo, hearing them discuss his future as if he were a bargaining chip, felt like he was being thrown into a vast ocean. He couldn’t breathe. What was his grandmother doing? Selling him off to that girl? No, that wasn’t going to happen.

"Well, Grandma, I am no goods for trading. Maybe you should do the marriage yourself... Fuck you both," he hissed, and walked out. Mad couldn’t describe all the emotions rushing through him.