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“Didn’t expect you to have such a temper, Ms. Jensen,” one of the men in the booth remarked, sounding more amused than surprised. “No wonder Mr. Hanson took a liking to you.”

“Care to join us for a drink, Mrs. Hanson?” another added, deliberately emphasizing the title.

Richard’s eyes stayed fixed on Rebecca, completely ignoring her defiance. “I said go pour the drinks–now.”

Rebecca’s hand shook slightly as she gripped the broken bottle. Her feet crept slowly toward the door.

Everyone in the room caught her movement.

“Mr. Jensen, looks like you’re not serious about rebuilding your company,” one of the men said, setting his glass down with a sharp thud. His displeasure was clear. “In that case, I’ll pass on this toast.”

A sharp, merciless glint flicked in Richard’s eyes. ‘I’ve worked so hard to set up these connections. I’ll never let this defiant daughter mess this up.‘

When he’d first learned that Rebecca had married Jeffrey, he thought he could use that to save the company. But she’d told Jeffrey she had nothing to do with him, causing him to miss countless opportunities because of Jeffrey.

“This is your last warning,” Richard said, his eyes locked on the jagged bottle in her hand. “Or don’t blame me for a tough

dad.”

Rebecca didn’t even respond–the loving dad he used to be was long gone.

Since she wouldn’t back down, Richard didn’t wait. He lunged forward, trying to grab the bottle from her hand.

Rebecca swung wildly–the broken glass glinting under the dim light.

But Richard was desperate to win over the men in the room. Even if it meant getting cut, he had to take her down.

Suddenly, the jagged edge of the bottle sliced deep into Richard’s hand, drawing blood.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tightened his grip on the broken glass and wrestled it out of her grasp. His eyes turned cold as he slammed the bottle onto the floor, shattering it completely.

“Now go pour the drinks for the gentlemen,” he growled, his voice low and threatening.

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“Don’t make me call the cops,” Rebecca shot back, her phone screen lit up with 911. “I’d be happy to escort everyone here to the police station.”

“Call them. What are they going to do? Arrest us for asking you to toast?” Richard scoffed, completely unimpressed. He’d been playing this game too long to be scared.

toasting’s not against the law, Rebecca said, smearing her lipstick and scanning the room. “But when the cops see me like this–bruised, hair a mess–you think they’ll buy this

seethed,

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other room,” Rebecca continued, her voice

a point where everyone lost interest.

Jensen, make sure your daughter knows how to behave before you

muttered.

even control your daughter, maybe

Mr. Hanson never lifted a finger to help you, even after marrying your daughter. He must’ve seen right through

criticism kept coming, each comment digging deeper into Richard’s pride. But he needed these

and walked out. Only when she was inside

breathe.

Like Jeffrey once said, he’d shielded her so well she’d never truly experienced the ugly side of

herself together. And she had realized one thing: now that she and Jeffrey were

And this world was full of people just waiting to kick her when she was

a message from Richard: [You’ll pay for what

thought. She didn’t know what that “price” would

face it.

was still fuming, typing out threat after threat. But halfway through, it hit

Amelia’s background was too mysterious–if he actually touched her, who knew what

the phone still in hand, he muttered, “You said Rebecca

Jeffrey said, his voice calm but edged

it hit him.

said nothing, just releasing Stanley’s

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random errand boy!‘ Stanley grumbled silently. Still, he stepped

been typing with a dark expression, stopped, ready

flashed a tight smile. “Mr. Jensen, someone upstairs would like

followed Stanley upstairs, anxiety tightening his

door opened to reveal Jeffrey lounging on the sofa, legs

Fear–raw and immediate–washed

casually and said to Jeffrey, “He’s

Hanson,” Richard stammered, his earlier bravado completely gone. The memory of

lips curved slightly. “Mr. Jensen, you want to rebuild your