A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 415

The office returned to its quiet, professional calm. Only then did Bacchus raise his hands and clap, slow and deliberate.

“What a performance. Rather have an outsider break his grandson’s legs than apologize–should I call that backbone, or just pure ruthlessness?”

Max shot him a look and returned to his desk. Alessia, legs crossed, was busy tapping away on her phone.

“If Hamilton weren’t ruthless, there’s no way he could keep the Quincy family afloat,” Alessia replied without looking up, snapping her phone shut.

“He’s trained a team of ghost artists to prop up his own persona, planned for his grandson to follow the same path just to keep the family name alive. At this point, he’s obsessed. He’s spent most of his life building this artist’s reputation, and now it’s become his own prison. He can’t let go of the fame and prestige. The so–called ‘third option‘ just shows his true colors.”

Bacchus picked up where Alessia left off. “So in the end, the family’s reputation matters more to him than his own grandson.”

!

Alessia nodded and glanced at Max. “Everything’s arranged. The video from that day will be posted online too. Anything else we need to cover?” When it came to the internet, Alessia’s connections in the entertainment industry far outstripped Max’s. She knew exactly how to steer public opinion and achieve the outcome she wanted.

Tammie’s little stunt that day–by sheer luck or fate–had all been captured by Alessia. And Tammie’s arrogance and malice were so blatant, they didn’t even need to hunt down extra witnesses.

Everyone present that day was witness enough,

“That’s all. Well done,” Max said.

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Bacchus watched the scene unfold, silently applauding in his mind.

*Of all the people to provoke, you just had to pick these two little devils who never forget a grudge.* Bacchus shook his head, lighting an imaginary candle for Hamilton’s doomed soul.

“Don’t push your luck!” Hamilton suddenly shot to his feet, pointing a trembling finger at the siblings. He looked so unsteady that Bacchus half–expected him to collapse and fake an injury right then and there.

“Hamilton, actions have consequences,” Max replied calmly, not rising from his seat. “If you refuse to accept that, you’re only making things harder for everyone.”

Despite Hamilton’s outburst, the siblings sat unfazed, not budging an inch. There was no sign of retreat or hesitation.

“How much do you want? Name your price!” Hamilton stared at Max, defeat flickering in his eyes.

she’d just heard a joke, “but my brother and

you want?” Hamilton snapped, his

Max said, his tone suddenly cold. The siblings‘ smiles faded, replaced by a palpable sense

but he didn’t immediately refuse–not like at the beginning. He was weighing

out.

the Quincy family would become a laughingstock. But if Tammie apologized, they’d lose access to the top artists, and

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would

clenched his jaw, finally realizing

he muttered, “but only in

are you confused about something?” Max spoke, his hand resting casually on his knee, predatory and calm, like a hawk eyeing its prey. “You

you

it?” Hamilton barked, hope

folder onto the table in front of Hamilton, his expression as cold as ice–gone was the earlier veneer of politeness.

the second option! The second!” Hamilton’s composure cracked as

he was glad he’d stayed–he wouldn’t have missed

feet with chilling calm. “Once I offered the third option, your chance to choose

show Mr. Quincy

chair

the

this

think you can walk all over me!” Hamilton sputtered, raising his cane, but Max pressed it down with

seemed light, but Hamilton

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you, Hamilton?” Max leaned in, whispering into his ear. “You never had a choice. Not from the

in shock, finally understanding that this so–called negotiation had always

said coldly, not a trace of pity in

speechless, as the assistant led him away. Max watched

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