Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 42: Chapter 39:1 have money, I can support my younger brothers and sisters!

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Hugo Camrey looked serious, “Have you thought it through?”

Richelie Dunn nodded, “I have!”

However, Hugo hesitated.

“I think you should reconsider. This task is too broad and dangerous. If you’re not careful, you might upset some powerful figures and end up dead!”

But Richelie persisted, “No need to consider any further. However, apart from the original reward, I want to add an additional condition. For this extra condition, 1 want to discuss it personally with the other party.”

Hugo looked at her seriously, “Richelie, are you short of money? If so, both Vanessa Brown and I can lend it to you.”

Richelle shook her head, “I don’t need money…” And besides, can someone like Hugo, who spends money like water, have any extra cash?

Hugo didn’t know that in Richelie’s eyes, he was a dead broke, constantly struggling with money. He interrupted her with an anxious expression.

“Then don’t take it! Vanessa and I were prepared to let this task naturally expire and become invalid. We don’t want the money if it’s earned at the risk of our lives.”

Richelle smiled, “This task isn’t as dangerous as you think. 1’11 be cautious.”

Although Richelle said this to reassure Hugo, in reality, if she wasn’t desperate to find a breakthrough to solve her current predicament, she wouldn’t have taken such a dangerous task.

Hugo stared at her for a long time before finally sighing heavily and patting her on the shoulder.

“Though we only met in person recently, we’ve known each other online for years. I hope you understand that both Vanessa and I have always treated you like a sister. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”

Richelle gratefully nodded, “I will!”

Hugo patted her shoulder again and went into the inner room. When he returned, he handed her a small box.

“It’s all in there. You can take your time to look at it when you get home.”

Richelle returned home to a quiet house. Evidently, Mrs. Walker and the kids were still taking their afternoon naps.

She tiptoed back into her bedroom, closed the door, and took out the USB drive from the small box to insert it into her computer.

While the files were decrypting, the entire screen was blue. The dim light reflected off her beautiful face, brightening and dimming as her thoughts wandered with the decryption progress.

Richelle’s parents died in an accident when she was just three years old. Her uncle, Jayden Dunn, took over the Dunn Group and became her new guardian. All the inheritance left by her parents was taken over by her uncle as well.

Jayden and Megan Linwood thought she was too young to know about her background. They brainwashed her since childhood, claiming they were her saviors and parents.

In Jayden and Megan’s words, her parents committed suicide together due to business failure that caused the Dunn Group to suffer. And they adopted her only because of family ties.

Richelle always remembered Megan’s and her other children’s ugly faces. “Richelle, you have to know how to repay kindness. Without your uncle and me taking you in and raising you, you would have been sold by the creditor to repay debts!”

“Richelle Dunn, who do you think you are? You’re just a dog our family keeps!” “Richelle Dunn, you think you’re so powerful? Show me your skills and escape from this broken house!”

“Richelle Dunn, do you think you’re too precious? You’re nothing but a worn-out shoe played by a fat and ugly old man. Don’t worry, he has plenty of money and will take good care of your child!”

“Doctor, the Madame ordered us not to care about her. Retreat quickly…”

“If we do so, she’ll die!”

“The Madame said… it’s better if she dies…”

“Ding!”

The sound of the decryption completion pulled Richelle back from her nightmare-like past.

Richelle buried her face in her hands, took a deep breath, and wiped her face fiercely. Then, she focused on the now accessible files.

“Boom!”

The encrypted email received a message from a hidden user.

“What’s the additional condition?”

It appeared to be the task’s initiator.

“A copy of all data pertaining to the Dunn Group’s Lordon.”

Unless there was a separate agreement, the task executor was strictly prohibited from retaining any task-related data.

“Reason?”

Given the content of the task, the task initiator must be a big shot. There was little chance of fooling them with small tricks.

Richelle pondered for a moment, deciding to tell the truth.

“Personal vendetta!”

The other party seemed doubtful, taking about half a minute to reply.

“I refuse!”

Richelle had already anticipated the refusal, but she was determined.

“Alright, I’ll refuse the task. Bye-bye!”

This mission had been on the list for nearly three months, with the bounty escalating from five million to ten million, and then from ten million to one hundred million. It wasn’t just the danger that deterred people—it was the difficulty.

Of course, the task was difficult for Richelle Dunn, too, but it was conquerable. She hadn’t accepted the job before because she was cautious of her life.

Joking aside, as a beautiful and intelligent life winner with a pair of angelic children, it wouldn’t make sense for her to impulsively take on such a risky mission that could cost her life.

The other party stayed silent for a few minutes before sending a message—”Choose another one!”

Richelle didn’t respond to him.

After a while, he replied again, “The bounty doubles!”

Richelle still ignored him.

Two minutes passed, and he finally relented.

“Deal!”

Richelle wasn’t a kind person—”Double the bounty and copy all the data of the Dunn Group!”

How dare you refuse me, you need to pay the price for it!

The other party was probably so angry he threw his computer, taking a good four or five minutes to respond.

“Deal!”

Richelle raised a smile, “Pleasure doing business with you! (shy smiley face)”

Ten minutes later, Richelle received a transfer notification—transferor: Hugo Camrey, transfer note: deposit.

Richelle counted the long string of zeros after the “5,” laughing involuntarily.

Money in hand, and soon, a luxury house!

Roy Lewis, you think you’re the only one with money to buy a luxury house for the kids?

I have it too!

In high spirits, Richelle closed her laptop, washed her face, hummed a tune, and went to the kitchen, quickly cooking the syrup and baking the egg tarts. “Wow, it smells so good!”

A little head peeked out from the kitchen door.

Richelle was standing on tiptoe to grab a tray from a high cabinet. Just by hearing the voice, Richelle knew it was Timothy.

“Timothy, go tell your brother and sister to come out and have some dessert.” “Ok!”

Soon, Richelle heard the children’s chaotic footsteps and their chattering voices.

Richelle put the fragrant egg tarts on a tray and placed it on the countertop.

She then took out three small bowls and two larger ones and filled them with syrup.

Tifanny and the young master ran in, “Mommy, do you need help with anything?”

Richelle looked at Tifanny with a smile, “Darling, your braids are so pretty today!”

Tifanny’s eyes sparkled, and she proudly shook her two braids.

“Right? Big brother did it for me!”

Richelle bent down to kiss her face, “Yes, today you’re mommy’s beautiful little princess.”

After fussing over her daughter, she pulled her eager-to-be-praised eldest son over as well. Leaning her forehead against his, she softly praised him, “What a skillful big brother, taking such good care of your sister!”

The young master awkwardly lowered his eyes and snorted, “It’s such an easy task!”

Richelle was used to her eldest son’s pride, so she just hummed and let go of him.

“Thankyou, darling!”

The young master turned his face away, glancing at the bowls of syrup on the counter.

“I’ll take this out.”

Fearing that the hot syrup might hurt him, Richelle handed him the tray with the egg tarts instead, “You and your sister carry this out together. I’ll handle the syrup.”

The young master and Tifanny worked together to “lift” the tray out, and Richelle took some fresh Osmanthus flowers she had bought earlier from the fridge, sprinkling them on each bowl of syrup.

Footsteps approached from a distance and halted behind her.

Richelle turned around to see her eldest son standing behind her, staring up at her with a hesitant expression on his face.

“Timmy, what’s up?”

Richelle bent down and asked him with a smile.

The young master stood there, hands in his jacket pockets, trying to act cool. However, his eyes darted around without looking at her, and his little hands restlessly fidgeted in his pockets.

Richelle didn’t rush him. After a while, he finally turned his questioning gaze back to her face.

“You really didn’t go on a date this morning?”