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

Chapter 1485:

Daniela watched him carefully, her voice low and certain.

“So it was you. What exactly did you say to her? Why did she come home so shaken? She was always careful. Yet after she returned, someone pushed her to the edge. She was set up, and she died. Did you say something that made her drop her guard, something that allowed them to get to her?”

Daniela’s gaze hardened, her suspicion crystal clear. “And tell me—who was the one behind Hackett? Who was orchestrating things in the background, pulling strings and sending people to drug my mother in her own country?”

Hamilton’s eyes shot open, shock flickering across his face.

He’d expected Daniela to dig, but not to unearth so much.

For a split second, real fear crept into his expression.

Daniela held his gaze, her voice cool and unyielding. “So it was you all along—the mastermind pulling every string. Isn’t that right?”

He let the silence linger, then spat, “Think whatever you want. I’ll give you this—it wasn’t me, but someone from the McCoy family. And Cedric? He’s a McCoy, too. You want payback? Go ahead. Take your revenge. But ask yourself—can you really spend

with impatience, aching

he a daily reminder of what you lost? Every time you look at him, does your mother’s face haunt you? She died horribly, and yet you run

withering glare, his whole

offering you the truth on a silver platter—if you have the guts to take it. Or was all that talk about justice for your mother just an act? If I keep my mouth

cornering his opponents, pressed his advantage without

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up to take his place. But your mother? There was only ever one—and now she’s gone, murdered in cold blood. Somewhere out there, she’s waiting for you

shoved a divorce agreement across the table, his eyes locked

and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t worry. Cedric won’t walk away with a cent. You

Hamilton’s voice burned with agitation, every line of

her nails into her palms,

resolve, but found Daniela’s poise slipping, her mask of indifference beginning to crack. Hamilton’s tactics struck hard—straight through