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“You didn’t remind him out of the goodness of your dark, ck heart, and you know that very well Tracy said, her voice slicing through Erin’s attempt to speak.
“I gave you the position of the Jackman heiress<b>. </b>And I’ve paid back what I owed them over thest two years. More than they deserve. From here on out, I will have no connection to the Jackmans. You can stop worrying about me taking anything that belongs to you.”
Her gaze sharpened, cold and unflinching. “I have no family, no friends, and no ties holding me here<i>. </i>My life isn’t worth much. You, on the other hand, have more wealth than you could spend in a lifetime, the highest status in Cloudville, and loved ones who would shield you with their lives.
“If you’re still not satisfied with that, if you insist on whittling me down until I have nowhere to go, you’ll find yourself trapped in a cage with a beast that has nothing to lose and everything to gain if she just <b>kills </b>her tormentor. While you, on the other hand, have everything to lose, and nothing to gain.”
Erin’s expression stiffened. “Is tht a threat?”
She had never imagined that, even at this point, Tracy would still dare to threaten her–and worse, she <i>had </i>no argument to fight back with.
No one knew how much she had sacrificed to hold onto her ce as the Jackmans‘ daughter. She cherished if because she had bled for it
Tracy, however, had almost nothing left to lose, all thanks to her schemes. Yet, that was exactly what made her dangerous.
The flicker of hesitation in Erin’s eyes told Tracy her words had struck home.
“Oh, I would never dare,” Tracy said, her tone cooling into frost. “I’m just offering you a friendly reminder. I’ve never tried topete with you, so there’s no reason for you to keep treating me as your enemy.
“If you hadn’t stood in my way, I would have left the Jackmans long ago, and Walter wouldn’t have had the chance to stop me.”
Erin’s mouth parted as if she wanted to speak, but not a single word escaped.
Tracy had said what she came to say. Without another nce, she turned and walked away.
She did not mention the sharp outburst she had overheard outside the door moments earlier.
Whoever was threatening Erin was a problem for the Jackmans alone, and Tracy had no interest in dragging herself into it. The more she knew, the deeper the trouble.
He had already decided to sever ties with them and would not wade into their battles.
Erin, however, could not stop reying the thought of what Tracy might have overheard.
Tracy was right–she had far too much to lose, and she could not let go of <b>a </b>single thing<i>. </i>
She had been back with the Jackmans for four years, and even though Tracy <b>had </b>been gone for <b>two </b><b>of </b>them, they had never fully abandoned her.
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If Tracy went to them and spoke a word of this…
Erin’s teeth clenched hard.
No, she needed to find a way to strip away whatever trust the Jackmans still had in Tracy.
Her mind churned, searching for a n, when suddenly she remembered something Tracy had said
earlier.
“She said she repaid the debt she owed them over the past two years. What did she mean by that?”
Her voice floated into the empty room as if in conversation, yet no one was there.
The sound of her own words in the stillness carried a strange and unsettling chill.
Tracy knew Liam well enough.
After the p she had given him and the cutting words she had thrown, he would not dare try underhanded tricks against her again.
She began sorting through the job listings she had gathered, ready to start her search anew.
When Ronald heard of her n, he shook his head.
“Instead of pouring yourself into exhausting work for little pay, why not stay here and focus on your art?”
He picked up her phone and opened up an app. “You already have a good number of followers. Some people are offeringmissions, and the rates are fair. Why not take them?”
Tracy was caught off guard.
Ronald had been the one managing her ount, and she had not realized it had grown so quickly.
He had even spoken to a client and settled the details–only her agreement was needed to make it official.
The price was fair, and the requests were simple. Tracy saw no reason to refuse.
From that day on, she stopped looking for other jobs. When she wasn’t visiting the Jackmans or her grandfather in the hospital, she stayed in her apartment and painted.
The apartment had a balcony of about a hundred square feet. It bordered the greenery outside the building and had once been filthy and overgrown with weeds.
Ronald had cleaned the entire ce until it gleamed. He had transformed the balcony into her studio and even bought a small cab to hold her supplies.
He had also brought in other furniture, recing even the old, battered dining table with a new one.
Tracy’s eyes widened. “Where did you get the money for all this?<b>” </b>
When she first found Ronald, the most valuable thing he owned was the set of clothes on his <b>back</b><b>, </b><b>which </b>had been thrown away because it <b>was </b>covered in bloodstains and tears.
Even the money she had given him a few times would not have been enough <b>to </b><b>buy </b>furniture <b>of </b><b>this </b>
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quality.
Ronald leaned against the new table, resting his chin on his hand A simile lit his fare, deepening <i>the </i>dimples in his cheeks. “I told you I’m not just good at cooking and cleaning I can make money <i>on </i><b>y </b>you believe me now?”
Tracy frowned slightly. “How did you make it?”
Ronald answered without hesitation. “Took out a loan and did some trading. Even after 1 cleared my <i>debt</i>. I still had over a hundred thousand left in the bank.”
Chapter 80 A Gift
Chapter 80 A Gift