In the world of business, there was no room for love or family.


    As long as there was money to be made, who cared about cheating or a mistress showing up at your door?


    Money!


    Money was all that mattered!


    The more she spoke, the more tempted Gary became, his lips pressed into a thin line as he remained silent.


    Cherry nudged him with her elbow. "Once we partner with the Rosenberg family, ourpany''s future will be secure. Then we''ll see who dares to look down on us!"


    Cherry was already lost in daydreams of the morous life that awaited them. The thought alone was intoxicating.


    Even Gary had to admit it was a brilliant idea.


    "Alright, Cherry. I''ll listen to you. I''m going to find Lionel at his office this afternoon and have a serious talk with him!"


    After leaving the Temple estate, Hannah and Samuel headed straight for the hospital.


    When Sandra had heard about what happened at home, she had been desperate to go back and see for herself.


    But she was still hospitalized with her leg injury, and the doctor refused to discharge her.


    Besides, her mother had told her everything was already gone, so there was no point in her going back now.


    Sandra sat on the hospital bed, her expression vacant. She stared out the window with empty eyes, looking as lifeless as a doll.


    She couldn''t understand how Hannah had suddenly found the courage to do something like this. Wasn''t she afraid of what Lionel would do to her?


    As she was lost in thought, two unexpected figures appeared in her doorway.


    "You... what are you doing here!" Sandra''s voice shot up an octave when she saw who had walked in. "Hannah, I''m telling you, this is a hospital! If you... if you try anything, I''ll... I''ll call the police!"


    Hannah ignored her frantic cries, strolling casually into the room and pulling up a chair to sit down.


    "All the gifts Lionel gave you have been taken back, and the news is all over social media. Why haven''t you called me?"


    Hannah''s voice was gentle, as if she were a dear friend stopping by to check in on her.


    Her words, however, made Sandra grit her teeth in fury.


    "What... what do you want! Take the stuff, I don''t care about it anymore!"


    Though she imed not to care, the hand hidden under the nket was gripping the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles were white, and her breathing grew ragged.


    "Oh, really? That''s good to hear," Hannah said tly. "I was worried you cared a great deal. I was


    other things,


    thinking of letting the care about


    slide, but if you truly don''t care about any of it, then I suppose I''ll have to recover the rest as well."


    At those words, Sandra''s eyes flew open in shock.


    "What do you mean? Hannah, what are you talking about? Lionel was the one who insisted on giving me those things, I never forced him! Besides you''ve already taken


    ern


    everything back, what more could


    you possibly want?"


    "Hannah, I''m warning you, don''t think you can do whatever you want just because I haven''t fought back! If you push me too far, I''ll... I''ll really call the police!"


    But Hannah waspletely unfazed by Sandra''s threats.


    She casually took out her phone, opened Sandra''s Facebook page, and tapped on a random post.


    "This trip to Roxa... Lionel paid for it, didn''t he? First-ss tickets, a hotel room that costs thousands a night not to mention all the meals and attractions. A week-long trip like this must have


    cost at least a hundreds


    thousand dors, right? Don''t you think you should at least split it with


    him?"


    After all, she could just tell the world Lionel was making Sandra pay her half back. It


    wouldn''t reflect on her, so Hannah didn''t care.