The Heiress They Couldn't Break novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Honey Trap

Gianna burst into tears and threw herself into Emery’s arms. “Mom, I missed you all so much!”

Finished

Raymond put down his newspaper, frowning. “What’s with all those negative stories online? What is the PR team doing?”

Marcus quickly explained. “Dad, don’t worry. The legal team is preparing to sue those online trolls.”

“Right, we must punish them severely. Gianna, don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Don’t do these reality shows again. They’re nothing but trouble.” Maxwell said with concern.

“This is all Amelia’s fault! Always competing with Gianna for everything. Now she’s stealing the spotlight on TV too!” Emery complained.

“Forget it, Mom. If Amelia wants to compete, let her. As long as she’s happy, I don’t mind.” Gianna said with tears still in her

eyes.

“That ungrateful bitch!” Emery said angrily. Gianna felt relieved. She felt relieved–they still sided with her. They hadn’t been swayed by public opinion.

The next afternoon, Amelia arrived at the Nygard Residence.

As usual, the Nygards didn’t give her a warm welcome.

Perfect. Amelia didn’t need to pretend either. The bridges were already burned.

After entering, Amelia found a seat and slouched down lazily.

The Nygards frowned at her posture.

“Amelia, watch your posture! You have no manners whatsoever.” Emery scolded.

Amelia chuckled, sinking deeper into the couch. “What? Mrs. Nygard still wants to discipline me now?”

“You!” Emery’s face flushed with anger.

Raymond slammed down his teacup. “Enough! Amelia, we called you here on business.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What business? Don’t tell me you want me to hand over my opportunities to Gianna?” Caught red–handed, Marcelo became flustered and furious.

He handed over a document with a dark expression. “This is your new work arrangement. Since you just finished the reality show and have some fame, the company landed you a script. You’ll meet the director tomorrow night to discuss it

Amelia took the document and casually flipped through the pages. She suddenly laughed out loud. “You want me to play a prostitute, and hand over fashion endorsements to Gianna? Your little scheme is pretty clever.”

Amelia skimmed the script and production team.

Seeing the director’s name, she sneered coldly.

She could guess their intentions now.

“This is the company’s decision!” Marcelo slammed the table. “The contract clearly states you must follow arrangements!”

company

“Wilson Orren?” Amelia’s fingertip tapped the document. Her eyes flashed with a cold gleam. “Are you referring to Wilson- famous for his casting couch?”

Marcelo looked uncomfortable. “This is the company’s decision. Wilson’s new film has a three–billion–dollar budget. Being cast is an honor for you.”

Amelia sneered. “Honor? Marcelo, don’t you want to promote Gianna? Why don’t you let her audition?”

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“Gianna has other arrangements. If you don’t want to audition, fine. Hand over you

company shares and we can terminate

the contract.” Marcelo said coldly.

Hmph! So it all came back to the shares!

Fine! They were backing her into a corner.

Time to speed up her plans.

Gianna pretended to play peacemaker, but her eyes gleamed with malice. “Marcelo, don’t be angry. Amelia probably just needs some time to adjust to this role change.”

Amelia suddenly stood up, looking down at the Nygards. “Fine. Since you insist, I accept. But don’t regret this decision.”

This time, she’d show Marcelo how badly he’d screwed up.

Marcelo froze for a moment. Something about Amelia’s presence briefly intimidated him.

Had to be his imagination. What tricks could Amelia possibly have?

Just because Jeremy was backing her?

How delusional.

After speaking, Amelia left the Nygard Residence immediately.

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Staying even one more second felt suffocating. Besides, she had a lunch appointment. Jeremy had invited her to Onyxia Club, the most exclusive private club in the city.

The Onyxia Club was located in the heart of downtown. The environment was beautiful with complete privacy. It was a favorite spot for celebrities and power players.

As soon as Amelia entered the club, the manager greeted her respectfully. “Ms. Amelia, Mr. Curran is waiting in the private

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