Chapter 63 Make Sure She Gets Something
Chapter 63 Make Sure She Gets Something
As Tess expected, Nadine’s furious voice rang out from behind her. “Stop filming! Didn’t you hear me?”
A loud thud followed–the sound of her bag mming against the car.
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The sharp crack echoed as the impact left a deep scratch on the limited–edition pink sports car. Nadine ignored all that. She yanked the door shut with a deafening ng.
Zane stood frozen. He had never seen Nadine this angry, this unhinged. For a moment, he couldn’t even react.
The camera clicks only grew louder.
Snapping out of his daze, Zane rushed to contain the scene, ordering security to check every phone on–site. He ensured no damaging photos or videos slipped through before letting anyone leave.
After all, Nadine was thepany’s starwyer. Any bad press about her could quickly be a liability for thepany.
He sighed, barely cleaning up the scene when he caught sight of Tess walking away.
In his mind, Tess was just too stubborn for her own good.
She <i>could’ve </i><i>gone </i><i>back </i><i>to </i><i>living </i><i>the </i><i>high </i><i>life</i>, <i>enjoying </i><i>wealth </i><i>and </i><i>luxury</i>. <i>Instead</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>chose </i><i>to </i><i>taste </i><i>the </i><i>bitterness </i><i>of </i><i>life </i><i>at </i><i>the </i><i>bottom</i>.
<i>Would </i>it <i>have </i><i>hurt </i><i>her </i>so <i>much </i><i>to </i><i>just </i><i>admit </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>wrong </i><i>and </i><i>apologize </i><i>to </i>Mr. <i>Lock</i>?
She <i>had </i><i>already </i><i>been </i><i>to </i><i>jail</i><i>–</i><i>why </i>still <i>cling </i><i>so </i><i>hard </i><i>to </i><i>pride</i><i>? </i>
And <i>that </i><i>child</i><i>… </i>
Zane sensed troubleing. He shoved the check back into his pocket.
I <i>better </i><i>head </i><i>back </i>to <i>the </i><i>office</i>.
On the top floor of Lock Group-
“She refused?”
Finn’s brow furrowed deeply.
Zane reported Tess’s reaction inly but glossed over Nadine’s earlier harassment.
Years as a personal assistant had taught him well–only focus on what truly mattered.
Finn pressed his thin lips together, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. But his mind betrayed him–suddenly, an image of Tess’s eyes appeared, dark and intense, filled with a stubborn fire that refused to die.
Those eyes had once been full of light, like stars reflected in the night sky. Now, they were hollow. Distant. When had they changed sopletely?
His heartbeat quickened for no reason he could name. Even his thoughts started unraveling into chaos.
With <b>a </b>sharp tap, his finger struck the desk again.
“I heard there’s still some dispute over Mrs. Larson’s legacy. But the portion designated for her–if she doesn’t want it, then apply pressure on the Larsons. Force them to give her a share.”
Zane blinked. ‘Mr. Lock, you mean…?”
“Mrs. Larson’s legacy is worth hundreds of millions. Tossing her a little for living expenses won’t kill them. And all those investment dividends? They want to swallow it whole?”
Finn rubbed his temple and spoke <b>again</b>, his voice low. “Make sure she gets something.”
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Chapter 63 Make Sure She Gets Something
Zane’s eyes lit up. “Understood. I’ll get
it done.”
He left and gently closed the door behind him.
His desky buried in paperwork, yet none of it held his attention.
He exhaled and wandered over to the floor–to–ceiling window.
His mind was a mess.
He couldn’t shake the image of Tess stood in the lobby. It haunted him–like a thorn lodged in his chest.
Unlike Finn, who was drowning in guilt and unease, Tess was experiencing an unexpected stroke of luck.
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“Ms. Ember, your monthly dividend of 30,000 dors has been deposited,” awyer said over the phone, his voice calm and professional.
Tess stared at her phone, barely believing what she was hearing.
Did <i>Kylie </i><i>really </i><i>give </i><i>in</i><i>? </i>
But either way, it had been her grandmother’s money.
And with this amount every month, she could take care of La.
The weight pressing on her chest lightened; she let out a breath of relief.<fn3cfa> The rightful source is find?novel</fn3cfa>
There was no need to rush into job hunting. It was evening, and it would be challenging to find a decent ce on such short notice, so she booked a hotel room for the night.
“Here’s your room key, ma’am.”
The hotel was clean and quiet.
As the night fell, Tess had just begun to rx when La suddenly began to cry. Her stomach was upset. Her bright little face turned pale and worn out.
Tess quickly changed her diaper and ran out to buy medicine.
She found a 24–hour pharmacy and wrapped La up carefully against the night chill, holding her close under the streetlights as she made her way.
She had just paid for the medicine and turned to leave when a hand blocked her path.
A group of drunk men stood in front of her.
The one leading them was a blondie named Craig Dunn, swaying with intoxication. Behind him were a few rowdy punks, clearly out for trouble<i>. </i>
Tess’s heart tightened. She instinctively tried to sidestep, but Craig wouldn’t let her.
“Hey prettydy, what’s the rush?” he slurred. “Mind giving me your number?”
He was so drunk his eyes nearly rolled back, yet he still managed to unlock his phone and sh a QR code at Tess.
“Dude, seriously? She’s a mom,” one of the punks snickered. “You’re down bad.”
“What do you know? Yeah, she’s a mom–but look at that figure. That tiny waist, those long legs. Bet she’s a real thrill
A group of punks huddled together behind him, their lecherous eyes scanning Tess from head to toe. They exchanged a look, thep burst into a chorus of sleazyughter.
Tess felt <b>like </b>an object on disy–something cheap and exposed. Their brazen stares tightened every nerve in her body.