Chapter 3 - Estelle Tries To Defend Her Cold Calculating Actions
Estelle slowly slid the French doors of the balcony open, stepping out into the bright sunlight with an expression of supreme, unshakeable arrogance.
“You are making a scene over nothing, Christopher, driven by grief and the wild imagination of an illegitimate child,” Estelle announced coldly.
Her voice dripped with the condescending authority of a matriarch who had ruled the Pierce shipping empire with an iron fist for four decades.
“An illegitimate child?” Christopher repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low register that made several servants step back in fright.
“She is my flesh and blood, Mother. The daughter you tried to erase because she threatened your precious inheritance plans,” Christopher fired back.
Estelle raised her chin, adjusting her pearl necklace with trembling fingers that betrayed the first fragile cracks in her composure.
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“The Pierce name requires absolute purity and strategic alliance, not distractions born from a tragic fling with a common employee,” Estelle retorted viciously.
The courtyard gasped collectively at her brutal admission, confirming every dark suspicion Yvette’s recording had just exposed to the world.
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