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?”

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 your life with the blood kin of your mother’s

impatience, aching for Daniela

him, does your mother’s face

then pinned Daniela beneath a withering glare, his whole

happened all those years ago. Isn’t this what you’ve been chasing all along? I’m 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 shut, you’ll never find out who orchestrated your mother’s death. This is it, Daniela. Your one shot. So, are you going to sign

a master at cornering his opponents, pressed his advantage

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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

a divorce agreement across the table, his

worry. Cedric won’t walk away

Don’t overthink it.” Hamilton’s voice burned with agitation, every

her nails into her palms, sweat prickling

Daniela’s poise slipping, her mask of indifference beginning to crack.