The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 600 Ch.599 The End
The incident did become a big deal, just as Randolph had predicted.

Harold Bekanov was in a state of panic, and the most anxious family happened to be the Cavendish family.

Jeff Cavendish.

This man, who also has a pointy nose and brown hair, is now in no mood to take a wine bath or play in the pool with the girls.

He 'scolded' his daughter, scolding her for not being able to do such a small thing properly -

Bethany, however, knew what kind of person her brother was.

"Don't act so pretentiously in front of me, Jeff. Saying this won't be enough to convince the people out there to let go of Mr. Bekanov - you promised me that this would be foolproof, right?"

Jeff scowled: "There is nothing foolproof in the world."

Some of the shares of "Golden Smoke" are jointly held by the surviving members of the Cavendish family - sister Bethany and brother Jeff.

Apparently, this decision was made by more than one person.

"You forced me to do this! You planned this stupid farce without my consent! If you had asked me even one question, I would have stopped you!"

Bethany no longer maintained that delicate appearance. The wrinkles on her face were loyal, constantly reminding her owner of her existence, which would exist forever, until death could not separate them.

The short and fat man said "Hey" and laughed a sharp, sarcastic laugh like a rooster.

"But you didn't stop me, sister. When you collected the money last week, you took two thousand pounds, saying, 'to buy some horses for your son' - I'm afraid no one forced you to do that?"

"What's the difference between us?" The man spread his hands and looked at his furious sister. He loved to tease her and Jocelyn since they were young, and now, when he was about to be buried in the mud, she still couldn't do anything to him.

Bethany took two steps forward and growled anxiously, "The difference is, you did this...!"

When the time comes to look for the 'murderer', people will only say that the heir of 'Cavendish' was not decent.

Bethany is already Haldane.

Bethany Haldane.

"Oh, yes, you only enjoy the benefits but don't take the risks. Everyone in our family is like this, right?" Jeff pulled out a chair and sat down with his legs apart. "If I hadn't made money in various ways over the years, do you think your sons could live like a master?"

"How much money do you have left, old man? You gave it all to poker and dice? Right?"

Bethany's three sons didn't do much serious work.

The heir was addicted to fine wine and spent a lot of money to collect those rare treasures. The remaining two were keen on gambling and spent the whole day in the casino, constantly coming up with new ways to play.

Although the Haldane family had some assets, it was not enough for their three sons to squander like this.

- Not to mention that Bethany herself had to buy jewelry and fashionable dresses regularly to prove that she had not fallen into some shameful class in the social scene...

As for old Haldane?

He loved the ocean so much that he privately invested a lot of money in a marine biological research association in London.

Just like Jeff Cavendish said.

If he hadn't brought in some money from time to time to help his nephews, Haldane and Cavendish would probably have been embarrassed long ago.

——Of course, he also has to spend money.

To his dozen lovers and their servants.

You need to rent a house, hold a banquet, and have a grand ceremony.

Stairs can go up, but not down.

"It must be that Taylor! He brought bad luck from London to Porti!"

Bethany couldn't stand her brother's stupidity anymore, so she held up her forehead and said, "We shouldn't talk about Taylor now! Jeff, fix this hole quickly! Otherwise--"

She glanced casually at Harold's face.

Bethany understood better than her brother that once the debt collectors came, this young man who had not experienced much would be sold to Cavendish in a blink of an eye - and then it would be a lot of fun.

Cavendish.

He actually colluded with a liar to deceive his local friends.

This family either produces losers or liars - Bethany knows how rumors spread.

"Make it up! Make it up!" The more he thought about it, the more frightened the woman became.

She could almost see her son's roar and her husband's silent anger - because of her brother, because of Cavendish, she had ruined the reputation of her son and the Haldane family... "Make up for it!"

Bethany screams!
"We have to make up for it! We can't let those people say bad things about us!"

Jeff Cavendish was irritated.

How could he afford to give them money?

"We still have land, father." Hayon suddenly said, "But if we sell it now..."

Selling it now would be a coincidence.

Unless, it is sold privately to a non-local, and the other party can pay the money...

Jeff lowered his eyelashes: "Go find Taylor."

"You should go! Jeff! How can you let your child be involved in everything? Will you never see him again in your life?"

"His father killed my sister!" Jeff finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and shouted like a burst kettle: "I can never forgive Taylor!"

Bethany, however, was not afraid of her brother's anger, she crossed her arms and sneered, "Oh, your way of showing no forgiveness is to marry your daughter to Bellos's son - you were really good to your dead sister, Jeff."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

The room was silent for a moment.

"...I just wanted to take back Taylor's stuff." The old man blushed and muttered, "...Hayang also said that it's best to take it back..."

Bethany frowned and turned her gaze to the girl next to her.

The latter nodded slowly.

"After Bellos Taylor's death, the ritual was completely over. But this does not mean that they will 'return' what we lost - unless, the ritual is performed again, using my child and his..."

Hayan stopped talking here and stared at his aunt quietly.

Bethany was a little unhappy.

This child was taught to be very rude by his younger brother.

"…Didn't I bring that thing back with me? You call it…an organ?"

"That's fake." Hayon shook his head: "We must find the real secret organ that Jocelyn Cavendish used when she performed the ceremony. The ceremony is very dangerous. If we can't find it, I won't risk opening it again..."

"I don't want to end up like Jocelyn Cavendish."

Bang!
Bethany couldn't help but slam the table!
"That's your aunt!"

"No matter who she is to me, it won't change her stupid behavior." Hayon said expressionlessly, looking into Bethany's eyes: "She has harmed our family and all the Cavendishes. Maybe she is your sister, aunt. But I personally find it difficult to give this ritualist who caused the disaster more respect."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Harold beside her, ignoring her father's look.

“…and this matter cannot continue to spread.”

Bethany was furious: "Tell your good father! I am not the heir of the Cavendish family..."

How dare she talk to herself like that? !
Bethany clenched her nails and wanted to take two steps forward and slap her mouth with the folding fan in her hand - but when she took a step, the green blood vessels on Hayan's face that grew in the firelight began to move slowly as if they were alive...

"...Monster! You are just like Jocelyn...both are monsters...!"

She covered her chest and gasped, "Jeff! End this! I will never trust you again!"

Jeff didn't say anything for a long time, staring at his toes.

soon.

They knew what was happening.

"...Now, the Cavendish family only has one piece of land left, sister," Jeff Cavendish did not dare to look up: "...The annual income is very small, I think it is better to change it into money... You know me... I have a lot of places to spend money..."

"so…"

Click.

The pale old woman knocked over the long-necked pot, and the exquisite porcelain exploded on the floor with a crisp sound of despair.

(End of this chapter)