Chapter 3 - Vanessa Realizes Her Expensive Sugar Daddy Is Broke
Vanessa’s grip on Derek’s arm loosened instantly as she took three deliberate steps backward toward the elevator doors.
“Derek, you told me your development firm was worth upwards of fifty million dollars unencumbered,” Vanessa hissed, her eyes narrowing.
“It is! This is just some elaborate bluff orchestrated by her family’s lawyers!” Derek lied frantically, sweat beading on his forehead.
“Her family is supposed to be working-class nobodies from upstate,” Vanessa retorted, her voice dripping with sharp venom.
“Not quite, Vanessa,” Clara said with a quiet, icy smile. “My father built the very trust fund that financed your first commercial real estate acquisition.”
Vanessa froze, her blonde hair framing a face suddenly drained of all its sophisticated color.
“You... you’re a Whitmore?” Vanessa whispered, the name carrying a legendary weight across the New York financial sector.
“She is,” a calm, deep voice announced from the private hallway as Daniel Mercer stepped into the brilliant light.
Daniel adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, holding a secure leather briefcase embossed with golden seals.
“And as of midnight, Whitmore Holdings has executed the default clauses on every single promissory note bearing Mr. Harrington’s signature,” Daniel added.
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Vanessa grabbed her designer handbag from the velvet sofa with lightning speed.
“Our engagement is officially canceled, Derek,” she snapped, pressing the elevator call button with violent impatience.
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