The car’s interior was cloaked in shadows, the dim light overhead washing everything in a hazy gold. Patricia leaned back in her seat, her face half-hidden in the gloom, her features soft but unreadable.
Allen couldn’t see her expression, but her words still made him shiver. That feeling didn’t last long—anger took over fast. If his own son weren’t such a disappointment, he wouldn’t be sitting here, getting threatened by a girl who was barely in her twenties.
Back when he was fighting his way through the cutthroat business world, Patricia hadn’t even been born. If he was being honest, he didn’t feel that old. Yet here he was, forced into a corner by someone half his age.
The porcelain bottle in his hand suddenly felt heavy and wrong, like it was burning his skin. He held onto it for a while, then finally shifted and set the silk-covered box down on the floor.
Patricia noticed, her brows tightening just a little. Her eyes locked on him, cold and sharp.
He was putting the gift aside. Was this his way of cutting ties?
The silk box, threaded with gold, caught the faint light and shimmered gently.
Patricia lifted her gaze, long lashes trembling in the air. Her voice was calm and flat, but there was a warning buried beneath it. “When I was just a baby, my parents used to take me to the office. I met you back then, Allen. You even held me once. I still remember—on my tenth birthday, you gave me a blue diamond necklace. It was breathtaking. You told me, ‘The best things belong to the best people.’”
“I always thought it would stay that way. But fate had other plans. My parents died, and I went underground for years. Every move I’ve made since then—marrying Theo, breaking away from the Newton family, shaking up everything they built—every step felt like walking on a tightrope. The only thing left is the Martin Group. I haven’t gotten my hands on it yet.”
She paused, then spoke again, voice clear and unshakeable. “But I will. One way or another.”
“Allen, I’m on my own. I have nothing to lose—not my life, not my safety. But what about you?”
“What about your son?”
Allen’s whole body jolted. He stared at Patricia, pure rage in his eyes. “Are you threatening me?”



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