Chapter 668

After dropping Oscar off, Winnie headed to the Blanchet family headquarters.

As she walked by the secretary's office, she overheard people talking about Lawrence being taken away.

Lately, the Rodriguez family had been all over the news in Trento City.

Winnie kept her head down and walked into Carlos's office, where Lysander was sorting through some documents. He briefed her on the Blanchet family's work, then looked up. "Ms. Blanchet, I heard the Rodriguez Group is planning to sell off their insurance, hotel, and semi-intelligent subsidiaries."

Winnie uncapped her pen. As the chief assistant, Lysander was always the first to get industry news.

"They must be having cash flow problems. Selling off assets is a smart move for now."

As Winnie signed the documents, she couldn't help but ask, "Who made this decision for the Rodriguez Group?"

"Rumor has it that ever since Lawrence was taken by the police, Bob, who had a stroke, has been struggling to keep things afloat. Despite the Rodriguez family's high status in Veridiania, someone with Lawrence's business acumen is hard to replace. The other family members are having a tough time managing things."

Lysander handed over an invitation. "By the way, Trento City is hosting a big business auction in a few days, mainly auctioning off the Rodriguez Group estate."

"The Rodriguez Group estate?" Olivia had mentioned this to Winnie. But now that it was confirmed, Winnie was still taken aback. In her mind, the Rodriguez Group estate was more splendid and grand than a palace.

"The Rodriguez family has finally fallen," Winnie said softly.

"No other choice." Lysander sighed. "They desperately need funds now. The Rodriguez family estate is the most magnificent building on Camellia Mount, more luxurious than any other mansion. Bob chose that location because of a legend that the top of Camellia Mount is blessed by God. Businesspeople all hope to be blessed; everyone would want to snatch this estate. But I also heard that the Peterson family has secretly communicated with other wealthy families to suppress the price, not allowing it to exceed the auction price."

Winnie sneered, "The Peterson family is really despicable."

Since bringing down the Rodriguez Group, the Peterson family hadn't used a single legitimate means. As far as Winnie knew, Ronnie and Hellen had probably placed Mars as a spy in the Rodriguez family over a decade ago.

"It's truly outrageous. How someone as vile as Ronnie got to his current position is beyond me; his mind must be twisted."

"But now, aside from the Jenkins family, the other wealthy families probably all follow the Peterson family," Lysander said helplessly. "The invitation has been sent. Do you want to go? I heard all the wealthy people in Trento City will be there that day."

Winnie had no intention of flattering the Peterson family. "Why would I go? I can't afford it anyway." She shook her head. Estates like the Rodriguez family estate start at least at five billion dollars.

She let go of her subtle emotions. After all, the name Rodriguez family had nothing to do with her anymore.

"Let's get to work."

Lysander smiled, spreading out the documents for her. "Ms. Blanchet, when you sit here, you look just like Mr. Blanchet! This is the right state for you. Just focus on managing the Blanchet family. You've made it now, and douchebags will get their comeuppance. This is God's blessing."

Winnie was taken aback. Sure, Lawrence was a devil, but she didn't expect everyone around her to see him as a demon too. Maybe what he did to her was just that infuriating.

She quickly shook off her thoughts. "Did you gossip about your boss's private matters like this when you were my dad's assistant?"

"My bad. I'll leave right away." Lysander, blushing, quickly put away the invitation and left.

That night, Lawrence found himself locked in a cell with over ten other inmates at the police station.

"Dinner time!" The guard rudely tossed the food and water at the door. In the dim light, Lawrence glanced at the foul-smelling soup, his eyes cold.

His throat felt sore, so he picked up the cup of water to drink. But less than half an hour later, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

Cold sweat and panic spread from his heart to his limbs. Realizing something was wrong, Lawrence stood up.

The other prisoners, having finished their meals, exchanged glances, stood up, wiped their mouths, and approached Lawrence with sinister smiles.

"What are you doing?" Lawrence, ever sharp, quickly sensed the unusual atmosphere. His dark eyes narrowed, realizing these people were targeting him.

"Who sent you?"

But it was too late. He suddenly found his body had no strength left.

"Mr. Rodriguez, how are you feeling now? You used to be so esteemed and mighty; we ordinary folks couldn't even catch a glimpse of you. But now, you're in the same cell as us. Isn't it fate? Shouldn't we get to 'know' you better?" The burly leader said, picking up a chair and smashing it over Lawrence's head without another word.

Lawrence was knocked to the ground. He knew there was danger, but his body wouldn't move.

'How much drug was in that cup of water?'

Lawrence gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but immediately, about twenty people rushed at him, punching and kicking him relentlessly.

Lawrence grabbed a chair, sluggishly swinging it. Normally, dealing with these people would be a piece of cake for him. But now, he was clearly outnumbered and weakened by drugs. The relentless beatings continued, causing blood to flow from various parts of his head, face, and body.

His once-handsome features now obscured by blood, Lawrence grimaced in agony. Just as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, he saw the tall assailant pull out a knife and stab it into his knee, slicing upward through the flesh.

"Get off." Lawrence used all his strength to resist, but his rough voice quickly turned into a heart-wrenching low cry.

The man sliced up to his abdomen and viciously stabbed!

Lawrence looked down in disbelief at the blood gushing from his abdomen with sharp pain. He clenched his fists tightly, groaning.

"Mr. Rodriguez, a strong man like you must be quite the playboy. I heard you slept with all the Blanchet family sisters. We're so envious. How about you never get to do that again?" The tall guy saw his blood-soaked pants, laughing maliciously.

"Who sent you!" Lawrence roared, his face pale. The intense pain brought some clarity to his mind.

He gripped the knife with his palm, tearing through his flesh, and kicked the tall guy away, his eyes bloodshot.

'Who was so ruthless? Who sent these people to kill me? Was it Mars? The Peterson family? Or someone else?'

His pupils filled with blood, he clutched his wound and used his last bit of strength to run to the cell door. "Help! Police!"