"So what if she knows? That''s... What? She knows? How does she know!"


    Sandra finally processed his words, her eyes widening as she stared at him.


    Lionel didn''t respond. He had already made it perfectly clear.


    Sandra''s brow furrowed as the pieces fell into ce. "Quennel gave the recording to Hannah? And then Hannah went to you, which is why you came here to ask if she''d visited?"


    Seeing she had finally caught on, Lionel nodded.


    "So what does she want now? That fifty million is what you owe me! I paid for your education, gave you connections, and helped you find business! Lionel, search your conscience and tell me, could you have achieved what you have today without me?"


    Sandra was in a full-blown panic now. She had barely mentioned the money, and Hannah already knew and had gone straight to him. It was obvious she was trying to stop Lionel from giving her the fifty million!


    This was a debt he owed her! What was wrong with her iming it?


    "Lionel, without me, even if you''d been found by your family, you''d still be an illiterate fool who knows nothing about business, just another rich yboy! I, Sandra Woods, made you who you are today! You can''t betray me! You can''t do this to me! I''m your benefactor!"


    As she spoke, Sandra burst into tears.


    In that moment, she finally understood what it meant to have lostpletely.


    From trying to force their divorce so she could take Hannah''s ce, to now begging for fifty million—and even that was being blocked by Hannah!


    She had already retreated so far, so why wouldn''t they just leave her alone? Why!


    "Lionel, I don''t care! You have to give me that fifty million! If you don''t, I?... I''ll go to your parents and ask them for it! If it wasn''t for me, would you be where you are today? You can''t


    be so ungrateful


    to''


    Lionel watched Sandra''s hysterical breakdown, rubbing his temples in frustration.


    "Besides the fifty million, you also need to return all the bags, jewelry, and other things you asked me for over the years."


    Lionel had wrestled with himself for a long time before saying those words.


    As expected, the moment he finished, Sandra''s crying intensified.


    "What do you mean, things I asked for? You gave them to me! You gave them to


    me willingly! I''m not giving them back! They''re mine! All mine!"


    Her incessant wailing only annoyed Lionel further.


    "What do you mean, I gave them to you willingly? Which one of those things didn''t you explicitly say you wanted or liked? The only exception was that one ne the one meant f?r Hannah Owen gave it to you by mistake, and what did you do? You turned around and gave it to someone else to sabotage the Temple family''s security system."


    Lionel looked at her, his voice growing cold and steady. "Hannah has already contacted awyer. She said if you don''t return everything, she''s going to sue." Sandra''s crying came to an abrupt halt.


    She looked up at Lionel, her eyes red, and suddenly burst intoughter.


    ve''


    "Go ahead! Sue me! I didn''t steal them, and Ldidn''t rob you for them! You gave them to me! What right does she have to interfere with gifts you gave me? Isn''t Hannah overstepping her bounds? She won''t let you give me the fifty million, arrel now she wants to take back things from the past?"


    "Lionel, look at yourself! What man from a wealthy family acts like you? Aren''t you afraid of bing aughingstock? The great Mr. Rosenberg, taking back gifts he gave to a woman. Have you no shame!"