Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 818: Ella Bailey, You Plead for Phil Walker? How Ungrateful of You Orson, still a university student yet to graduate, carried the arrogance of youth. His rebellious phase hadn't entirely passed, and even after Logan scolded him, he maintained an indignant expression on his face.

He wrinkled his nose, slapped his phone on the table with a loud thud, and declared, "I didn't say anything wrong! Even the professors in their seventies and eighties at our university know about what happened yesterday. She looks quite young-how could she not know?!" "Everyone in Sinoria knows by now that Phil Walker received a suspended sentence, yet she pretended not to know. Clearly, she has ulterior motives!" The complex ties between the Bailey family and the Farrell family, along with Victor's messy household affairs, were something Orson had overheard during conversations between Lysander and Courtney not long ago. Mentioning Phil Walker made his face twist in disdain. "As the daughter of the Bailey family, how could she not know who Phil Walker is?! She's fully aware that he's the brother of the mistress who hurt Aunt Simone, yet she still chere asking questions. What's the deal? Is she trying to plead for him?!" Ella Bailey: Clever boy! At first, she had been debating how to phrase things so Logan wouldn't get angry. But now, Orson had said it all for her! Ella Bailey, rarely the target of such sarcastic comments, wasn't particularly upset. She sat up straight, adopting an exaggeratedly annoyed expression. "Kid, do you even know how to talk?! You're saying I want to plead for Phil Walker, right? Well then, it seems I'll have to make your accusation ctrue today!" She let out a tic sigh, grabbed Logan's hand, and began her mock lament. "Grandpa, I really feel for Phil Walker. Maybe Cousin could talk to Elsa and draft a letter of forgiveness to let him go." Ella's words were delivered with a tone of grievance, but her bright eyes betrayed no actual sorrow. It was clear she was saying this just to provoke Orson.

Before Logan could respond, she pressed on. "My father even said that if they agree to let Phil Walker go, he'll give the Dyer family a generous compensation. He'll also make the entire Walker family apologize to Elsa!" Johnson Bailey: Well, at least she said something. Better than saying nothing at all.

But no matter how he looked at it, her tone seemed deliberately antagonistic. Logan would never agree to this. Johnson glanced down at the recording pen Victor had handed him through Luke Gill before he came. Deep in thought, he wondered if Mr. Bailey could tell from the recording that his beloved daughter wasn't taking this plan seriously. Orson's eyes widened in disbelief. He had seen shameless people before, but never anyone as shameless as Ella Bailey.

He clenched his teeth, his fists tightening on the table. "Ella Bailey, do you even have a conscience?! Even if you're just trying to spite me, how could you say something like that?!" Ella looked at him as though he were the unreasonable one. "I'm merely confirming the accusation you just made against me. Whether it gets approved is up to Grandpa. What does it have to do with you?" Orson was furious. "How does it not concern me?! I'm a member of the Farrell family too! And you, as Aunt Simone's daughter, are helping the Bailey family? You're ungrateful!" "Enough!" Logan finally lost his patience and shouted, his voice cutting through their bickering like a knife. He shot Orson a warning glare before clearing his throat. When he turned to Ella Bailey, his expression softened into one of grandfatherly affection.

"Ella, as Simone's father, I could never do something that brings pain to our loved ones while pleasing our enemies." The old man rose from his chair, signaling the end of the discussion. "I can't help you with this. You two should go find someone else." "Grandpa, as the head of the Farrell family, are you seriously going to let the younger generation dictate your decisions over such a trivial matter?!" Ella Bailey opened her mouth to argue one last time, but her eyes darted toward Johnson Bailey, her expression practically screaming, I tried my best.

Johnson wasn't ready to give up. Just as Logan stepped out the door, he suddenly asked, "Did he really say that?" Back at the Bailey family estate, Victor sat at the head of the main hall, his face calm but commanding.

Ella Bailey lounged in the seat to his right, casually nibbling on a plate of fruit as though the tense atmosphere around her had nothing to do with her.

In the center of the hall, Johnson Bailey stood with his head bowed. "Yes, Logan said that Jared is now in charge of the Farrell family. If we have any issues, we should take them up with him. Logan himself is old and doesn't want to handle anything anymore." "And... and..." Johnson hesitated as he repeated Logan's words. The darker Victor's expression grew, the harder it was for him to continue.

His instincts told him that if he uttered the final line, he'd be punished. At best, Victor would freeze him out for days.

But at this point, there was no backing down. Even if Johnson wanted to stay silent, Victor wouldn't let him.

"And what? Speak! I want to hear every word that old man said!" Victor demanded, his tone icy.

"Uncle Johnson, what's there to hesitate about?" Ella Bailey set down her fruit plate, elegantly dabbed at her lips, and leaned her head on her hand. Her tone was breezy. "Logan said his final wish is for the Bailey family to collapse as soon as possible. Ideally, we'd lose everything-our home, our fortune, everything. And aside from me, he wants every single one of us to die miserable deaths." She smiled brightly, as though recounting an amusing anecdote. "Oh, and he also said he'd start praying at a temple every day. If his wish comes true, he'll build even more temples." "ENOUGH!" Victor's roar echoed through the hall, startling the servants outside. Even Vivienne, who had been hurrying over to inquire about Phil Walker, froze mid-step.

Her high heel hovered in the air for a moment before landing with a sharp click.

After a brief hesitation, concern for her brother won out. She pinched the flesh of her palm, took a deep breath, and strode into the main hall.

By then, Ella Bailey was staring at yet another shattered teacup on the floor, silently marveling at Victor's destructive streak. At this rate he might actually bankrupt the family just from breaking things, she thought with a smirk. Noticing Vivienne lingering near the door, Ella turned to her. "Well, if it isn't Miss Walker. Rushing over in such a hurry-are you here to ask about your brother?" Ella never addressed Vivienne respectfully. On bad days, it was a casual "hey." On good days, she'd use "Miss Walker," though her tone always made it sound like an insult.

Hearing the sarcastic honorific now, Vivienne's brows furrowed. She'd complained to Victor about Ella's attitude countless times, but Ella never apologized. If anything, she seemed to enjoy provoking her. Vivienne longed for Ella to be in a perpetually bad mood-at least then she could play the victim and gain sympathy. But right now, she had no way to deal with her.

"Miss Walker, why so quiet?"

Ella's gaze sparkled with mischief as and your brother.

she continued, "I didn't expect you to care so much about your Johnson and just got back, and here you are already. You must really have the servants in this house wrapped around your finger."