No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 754

It didn't surprise me in the slightest when Allen made that request. And when he sent a package to Fanny using my old address, it was clear as day he was trying to drag me into his scheme. Like father, like son-he had learned well from his dad's playbook. "Mind spelling out what this is all about, Mr. Clark?" I asked, maintaining my composure without giving him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. He thought he had leverage over me because he knew I cared about Fanny. But even if that was the truth, I couldn't let Allen see it.

"Just hand over what Ernest gave you, and we're good," Allen went straight to the point.

I laughed, "What if I told you he really didn't give me anything? Would you believe me?" Allen scoffed, "Come on, Felicia, don't play dumb."

I retorted with a mocking smile, "You might not believe it, but let me remind you, you saw firsthand the mess we were in back in Houston. After Ernest's mishap, I didn't even get to see him. The guy was cremated before I had the chance. So tell me, without any chance to connect, what could he have possibly given me?"

Allen stroked his chin, staring at me intently. I met his gaze without flinching. I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness. "Mr. Clark, if you're genuinely convinced Ernest left something behind, I suggest you take it up with your aunt. She was closer to him than anyone."

I kicked the ball back to the Clark family court. I wasn't clear on what role Yolande was playing now, but whatever it was, letting her handle this was far better than me.

a second I don't know what you're up to, making my aunt the scapegoat, thinking I wouldn't

I have nothing of Ernest's. If there's anything..." I paused dramatically, "...it's probably just the scars he

continued, "Right here. Want me to cut it open for

Allen's tone was menacing. He leaned in closer, "Felicia, you do have a way with words,

wasn't genuinely skeptical;

tactic to unsettle me. I wasn't about to fall for it, countering his psychological warfare. "Well, Mr. Clark, if you're so convinced I'm holding

completely open and honest. Allen merely

I have nothing, and you refuse to search when I offer. Really, I don't know what you want

it simple? Hand over what you have, and your best friend won't have to worry about anything. t But if

by "work." Fury ignited within me, and I stood up abruptly, slapping him across the face with all my might,