A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Sir, Miss Ileana is back.”

“Send her in–now!” Even with the door closed, Scott’s fury was impossible to miss. Ileana flinched, nerves trembling as she pushed the study door open. She had barely stepped inside when something heavy hurtled her way–a glass ashtray came flying, striking her shoulder with a sickening thud.

She cried out in pain, tears springing to her eyes.

The butler, unfazed, quietly shut the door behind her and gestured for one of the maids to pick up the shattered ashtray from the hallway.

Inside, the study reeked of smoke. Paperwork and folders were scattered in disarray across the floor. Ileana stood shaking, eyes lowered, not daring to meet Scott’s gaze.

“Ileana, did my warning just go in one ear and out the other?” Scott’s voice made

her tremble even harder.

“I–I didn’t…” she stammered, her protest so small and pitiful it only made Scott angrier.

“Didn’t you?” he snapped, voice rising. “You left our guest alone in the dining room, and you dared to give Raleigh attitude?”

“Are

tired of having too much money,

Ileana clutched the strap of her purse, as though afraid Scott might

The only thing you’re good for now is keeping Raleigh happy, so

looked at his

willingly, then you can pack your bags and

was nothing but a cold–blooded businessman. Nothing but profit interested him–not even his own

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Chapter 300

I’m your flesh

he accepted her, but because he simply couldn’t be bothered to care what

Ileana misunderstood, her voice

Alessia! She goes by Alessia now, not Alessia!”

could be Tate or Morton, all because I allow it. But you–do