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.

aching for Daniela to

like you’re so strong, Daniela. So why stay glued to Cedric? Isn’t 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 straight to Cedric for comfort. Is this loyalty? Is this how you honor your

Daniela beneath a withering glare,

with Cedric. Right now. Walk away from him, and I’ll lay every secret bare—everything about what 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

at cornering his opponents, pressed his advantage

𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨

mother? There was only ever one—and

agreement across the table, his eyes locked

Cedric won’t walk away with a cent. You have my

entire truth. Just sign, Daniela. Don’t overthink it.” Hamilton’s voice burned with agitation, every line of

own tension, dug her nails into her palms, sweat prickling across her

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