Chapter 8 - THE ALLIANCE OF THE DAMNED
Braden stared at Chloe in disbelief, a bitter, desperate laugh escaping his lips.
"Your father wants to pick the bones clean while my family bleeds," Braden said, pacing the floor.
"Business is business, Braden," Chloe replied coldly, crossing her legs. "Unless you want to end up in a federal penitentiary with your uncle."
Braden stopped pacing, running a trembling hand through his dark hair. "What does your father propose?"
"Complete surrender of your remaining voting rights in exchange for a one-way ticket to Zurich and five million in cash," Chloe stated.
"Five million?" Braden raged, his face turning crimson. "That wouldn't even cover my legal retainers!"
"Take it or leave it, Braden," Chloe warned, standing up and heading toward the door. "Victoria Vance is liquidating every single asset you own by midnight."
Braden's knees weakened, and he collapsed onto the edge of the velvet sofa, defeated.
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"Tell your father... tell him I accept," Braden whispered, staring blankly at the shattered mirror across the room.
Chloe paused at the doorway, offering a chilling smile. "Pleasure doing business with the former prince."
