"Besides, he left with nothing. You know better than I do what happened to all his assets... So this three hundred million," J said, clenching her fists, her voice firm, "don''t you think I''m entitled to it?"


    If her father were still alive and running the Wilcox Group, a few hundred million would be nothing. But s, Trent''s ipetent father had ruined everything.


    "You''re an illegitimate child! What right do you have to the family inheritance?" Trent, infuriated, dropped the act and mmed his hands on the table. “J, don''t make me do this the hard way."


    "Sign this agreement, and I''ll give you two million. Otherwise..." Trent leaned across the table, his face menacingly close to hers. "Don''t me me for what happens next."


    J, who had always been gentle and avoided conflict, had never been in a situation like this. Her legs trembled uncontrobly. But then she thought of Juniper, who had promised she would be there for her. With that thought, J managed to hide her fear.


    "Go ahead and try," J retorted, clenching her jaw.


    With that defiantst word, she turned and strode away.


    Trent was left standing there, his face pale with rage. So she wanted to y tough? Fine. He wouldn''t show any mercy.


    Trent took out his phone and made a call. "Starting today, keep an eye on J and her mother. Find an opportunity... I don''t want them alive."


    Once J was dead, there would be no heir to Orville''s will, and the inheritance would naturally revert to them.


    ...


    In the car, J gulped down water, her body still shaking.


    "You were that scared,” Juniper said, wiping J''s mouth with a tissue.


    Listening to the conversation between Trent and the hitman through her earpiece, she smirked. “The show is about to begin.”


    While they were having coffee, Juniper had hacked into Trent''s phone and installed a listening device, recording his every move.


    The father evades taxes and hires hitmen, and the son follows suit. Like father like son. Ezra and Trent were looking at thirty years minimum. And then there were Deirdre and Yelena... she just needed to give them a little push.


    ...


    The next day, after finishing Harold''s treatment, Juniper deliberately chose a


    secluded path home, one with no security cameras.


    Sure enough, she hadn''t gone far before a beat-up van screeched to a halt in front of her. Four menacing men got out.


    "Are you Juniper Payne?" the leader, arge man, asked, looking down at her as he brandished a dagger.


    Juniper remained calm, slowly popping a piece of candy into her mouth as she scanned each of them. "Kidnappers?"


    “Huh? Yeah!” The four kidnappers, caught off guard by her response, answered instinctively.


    "Cut the crap and get in the van," the leader said, regaining hisposure. "You''d better not scream, or I''ll kill you."


    "I''m not screaming," Juniper replied,


    nonchntly a


    the knife at have


    Sat. "I''ll cooperate, but


    three conditions content belongs.


    "What?" one of the goons asked, craning his neck in curiosity. This was the first time


    they''d ever had such a cooperative victim.


    Juniper calmly listed her terms:


    "First, I get carsick, so I have to sit in the front passenger seat."


    "Second, connect my phone to the Bluetooth and y my ylist."


    "Third..." Juniper nced at the stra


    shaped goon to her right.


    "Keep his face out of my sight.


    have a thing about ugliness,