Chapter 9
I stepped down from the stage, walking slowly toward Evelyn until I was standing two inches from her wrinkled face.
“I owe him nothing, Evelyn,” I said softly, my voice cold enough to freeze blood.
“The house you live in? Owned by Sterling.”
“The luxury cars your daughter drives? Leased under my corporate umbrella.”
“The platinum watch on Julian’s wrist? Paid for with my grandfather’s estate money.”
“You called me a neighborhood temp who couldn't handle decent people.”
“It turns out, you were living in my house, eating my food, and begging for my money for eight entire years.”
Evelyn gasped, clutching her chest as her daughter Chloe burst into panicked tears beside her.
Julian looked up from the floor, tears streaming down his face as the security guards held him tight.
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“Clara... please,” Julian sobbed, his arrogant pride completely shattered into pathetic dust.
“I made a mistake... I love you! Victoria meant nothing to me!”
