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?”

a slow, scornful sneer. 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.

aching for Daniela to divorce

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 mother? Tell

pinned Daniela beneath a withering glare, his whole posture

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

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fingers, you’ll have a hundred lining 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 to

the table, his eyes locked on

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

Daniela. Don’t overthink it.” Hamilton’s voice burned with agitation, every line of his face sharp with

tension, dug her nails into her palms,

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