Super CEO Daddy And His Baby Triplets

Chapter 98 How Dare You Dig Up My Family's Graves

Chapter 98 How Dare You Dig Up My Family's Graves "Ernest! Go to hell! How dare you dig up my mother's ashes! I won't let you go--" Jocelyn was outraged and shouted at the sky, hate sweeping through her heart.

Calvin stood by and looked at what was right in front of his nose through the narrow slits of his veiled eyes. He thought it was heinous of Ernest to do this.

Calvin temporarily put aside what old grudges Ernest and Jocelyn had. He could not turn a blind eye to it just because Jocelyn had the same last name as Calvin.

Calvin took out his phone and quietly sent a message to Craig. After a few moments of crying, Jocelyn wiped away her tears, and her eyes turned cold. She got up from the floor and left in a huff. Calvin snapped her wrist and asked, “Jocelyn, what are you going to do?"

There was a frosty look in Joselyn's eyes, and her face was replete with animosity. With quivering lips, she said, "I want to go to Ernest! I'm going to get my mother's ashes back!"

Calvin took a deep breath and said, "On your own? Can you take it back single-handedly with your bare hands?"

Jocelyn tumed to look at him, and her big eyes were filled with sadness. But she also had a determined look in her eyes and said, "I'm going whatever it takes! I'll even take him down with me if I have to!”

Her tears kept streaming down her cheeks. Jocelyn was so sad. Whenever she thought about her mother, who could not rest in peace because of her, she would feel remorse and get teary.

She felt sorry for her mother... It was her fault that she brought this to her mom...

Seeing her shedding tears, Calvin thought of something and handed his handkerchief to her. "Wipe your tears! You don't have to risk your own life. I got a way to get it back for you."

"What have you got?" Jocelyn looked up. her eyes misty with tears. Although she didn't know what he got, she took some comfort in that. "When dealing with scumbags, you have to resort to shadier ploys! Both crying and risking your own life are pointless!"

Jocelyn was deeply saddened by what was right in the face. She was overwhelmed with sorrow to the point where she was going to fight Ernest to the death. Now that she calmed herself down, she supposed Calvin was right.

Ernest lost his moral compass. Obviously, she should resort to shadier ploys to deal with such a villain!

“Come with me!"

Calvin reached out to her. Jocelyn hesitated for a while before holding his hand.

He took Jocelyn out of Eastern Suburbs Cemetery. She let him hold her hand the whole way and never broke his grip.

As she was held by his warm, dry hand, she somehow felt relieved. She was not as frightened as she had been just now.

They returned to the city, and Calvin took her to a luxurious restaurant for dinner.

He ordered lots of delicious food, but Jocelyn refused to take even a mouthful of it

When Calvin saw she wasn't eating. he said in a commanding tone, "Eat up! Otherwise, you won't have the strength to deal with the scumbag.”

Calvin was encouraging her. Jocelyn thought he was right when she got down te it. She would meet Ernest at two o'clock, and it would be tough for her to deal with him. Of course, she had to eat enough so that she would have the strength to take revenge!

Under Calvin's gaze. Jocelyn quietly ate all the food on her plate.

After a meal, Jocelyn checked the time, got up. and said, "Mr. Austin, I must be leaving. I'm meeting him at 2:00." “Okay, Marcus is waiting for you downstairs.”

Calvin got everything set up for her and asked Marcus to go with her.

“Thanks.”

Jocelyn left the restaurant. Calvin watched her go, pondering

Ernest had done something so evil. Calvin had a burning desire to take Icehive Entertainment down

However, he has promised Jocelyn not to interfere with her life and plans. He just kept Ernest alive so that Jocelyn would get back at him as fiercely as she could.

Jocelyn could wait till she staged a comeback and was back on top before she came back at Ernest hard.

Marcus drove Jocelyn to a secluded club in the city center.

Jocelyn dressed herself up a little and walked into the club. She saw Ernest playing pool in the club's pool room.

Ernest used to come to this club to play pool five years ago. And Jocelyn used to come with him. She learned to play 9-ball here.

He used his usual gold cue and shot the pool in the same position. But things had changed.

Jocelyn resisted the urge to fight Ernest when she saw him. She glared at him. "Ernest, I'm here! Give me back my mother's ashes! You hear me?”

Ernest turned a deaf ear to it and leisurely hit a red ball into the bottom pocket. After turning around, he sneered, "You're scared. I told you not ta go against me! You force me to go this far!"

Jocelyn didn’t want to listen to his babbling. She only wanted to know where her mother's ashes were.

"I'll ask you one more time. Where are my mother's ashes?"

Her hands at her side were clenched into fists, and she was so enraged that her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Ernest was indifferent to it. He put down his cue, walked to the side of the table, and lifted up a black cloth. "Don't worry, your mother is fine!"

Finally seeing her mother's urn, Jocelyn nervously called out, "Give me back my mother's ashes!"

Ernest thought it was a good time to negotiate and Said, "I can return it to you, but there’ s one thing I need you to do! Youreall Siumix and reject the endorsement. And let your besK> friendVeronica post an article to clarify the affair, saying thatsyou roade this whole thing up-4'll give you back the ashes if yotfdo what I say. Otherwise, if my hand slip..."

Ernest held the urn in midair with both hands. pretending that he could let go at any moment "Wait!" Jocelyn called out distractedly as she pulled out her phone.

A determined smile crossed the corners of Ernest's lips. He was waiting for Jocelyn to compromise.

However, Jocelyn did not call Siumix and was nakas anxious as before. Her eyes fell on Ernest as she gavea ittle choftle. "Ernest, you have to todo this? lth give you one last chanee. Giveme the urn, and I'll let you go wit dignity." a

"Who are you to negotiate with me? Now that I have your mother's urn, you have to do as I say!" Ernest found Jocelyn's soft spot and said arrogantly.

"Is that so? Not necessarily! I want to show you something. You may change your mind then." Jocelyn showed a confident smile. Ernest couldn't figure out what she was up to.

"What do you mean?”

Jocelyn dialed Marcus's number and said into the phone. “Come in, all of you!"

Ernest faked a smile and said, "I wouldn't be afraid of you if you brought help!"

He came prepared. Ernest held the urn in one hand and reached behind his waist with the other. He had made up his mind that he would not go easy on her if she dared get some help against him.

Jocelyn folded her arms around her chest. After a while, Marcus walked in through the door with several bodyguards. Everyone was holding onto a box or a jar-shaped thing. And each of them was inlaid with a name and a photograph.

Ernest couldn't guess what Jocelyn was up to, questioning, “Jocelyn, what the fuck is this?"

Jocelyn tossed her hair, trying to be cool. Thete was a frosty and sarcastic look in her eyes. She.- smiled-a a grim smile, "Ernest, Im doing the same thing you di@? Take a goad look at what I've brought you." Céntent belongs to

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Jocelyn pointed to the jars and introduced them, "Come here. This is your grandfather, Benjamin, your grandmother, Leah, your brother-in-law, Joel, and your uncle, Zak..."

"Mr. Cloutier, take a good look. How long has it been since you and your relatives got together? I brought them all to you today. Isn't that nice of me?" Jocelyn smiled, but the smile didn't touch her eyes. That was the shadier ploy Calvin told her to deal with such a villain!

Only when she got into Marcus's car did she know what Marcus and the other men were ordered to do

Ernest froze when he saw the ashes of many relatives. He had not expected this when he was digging Jocelyn's mother's grave.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Besides, she came for an appointment an hour after he called her. He wondered how they managed it in such a short time since the ashes of his relatives were buried in more than one cemetery.

Ernest was not stupid and would not be easily fooled. “Humph. whe do you think you're fooling here? Those are not my family's ashes at all. How could you dig up several graves in just one hour?"

Jocelyn curled her lip and said, "Call your family to check at the management office if you don't believe me. "I'm not going to fall for your bullshit! You're trying to stall me. How can I be fooled by your little stunt?” Ernest thought she was lying to him and did not believe her.

But his phone rang immediately. It was his mother on the line. She told him anxiously that his grandparents’ graves had been dug up and their ashes had gone.

Answering the call from his family, Ernest panicked. Was it true that the ashes she brought were his family's? Did she dig up the graves of his family?

"Jocelyn!" Ernest shouted in anger, “I didn't expect you to be more treacherous than I thought! I only dug up one of your mother's ashes, but you dug up my whole family’s?”

"Mr. Cloutier, I told you that I would hit back harder.”

Jocelyn lifted her chin, and her cold, dismissive eyes fell on him. "Listen up. You have two options.”