Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1060:

Joyce responded with a sly grin. She had narrowly escaped from Alexander’s grim cellar three years earlier, the same day the news of Daniela’s tragic end reached her. From that moment, her eyes had been firmly set on the lavish inheritance.

Caiden, having fled the madhouse shortly afterward, aligned with her. Together, they plotted to claim Daniela’s legacy and carve their path into the upper echelons of high society.

Joyce wasted no time in rallying the media to their cause.

Caiden stood defiantly, hands planted firmly on his hips, unleashing a tirade in front of the imposing Elite Lux building. “I’ve poured my soul into raising Daniela. Everything she owned belongs to me! You scoundrels! How dare you prevent me from claiming what my daughter left behind? You just want to leech off Elite Lux forever, don’t you? Let me make one thing clear—Daniela is gone! She’s not coming back! Remaining loyal to her is futile.”

He then jabbed a finger accusatorily at the security captain’s nose. “Have you lost your mind? Daniela is no longer here, so why don’t you pack your bags and leave? Why this pointless loyalty to her? But mark my words—after today, you’ll be packing your bags and vacating Elite Lux!”

Caiden paused to catch his breath, then pressed on. “Daniela was my daughter. Now that she’s dead, her possessions rightfully belong to me. I want all of you off my property, now!”

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