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

Chapter 1770:

Josh feigned innocence, his lips curling. “What? You saw me do it? Got any proof?”

Hamilton’s fury was volcanic, turning his cheeks scarlet. “You want proof? Don’t play dumb! Who else could it be? Daniela and Cedric haven’t offended a soul since they arrived in Oiscoll—except you! You’ve been circling McCoy Group’s assets like a vulture for years, desperate to get your hands on them. If you really had any guts, you’d fight for them out in the open! Poisoning a pregnant woman—how low can you go?”

Josh’s gaze turned icy as he looked up, his voice flat. “If I could win it in the open, I wouldn’t have to resort to any of this. But Daniela took what was supposed to be mine.”

“Yours?” Hamilton’s voice cracked under the strain. “Was it yours? When have you ever actually run McCoy Group? Closed even a single deal by yourself?”

Josh’s expression grew stormy as he retorted, “That fortune was built by our father. If it ever came down to picking an heir, you know as well as I do—he’d choose me every time. Don’t pretend you don’t know it.”

The truth of their father’s bias hung in the air like a blade.

you were the one who brought the whole family down, do

jaw clenched

up. “You want to talk about Dad? Then let’s talk. If he hadn’t tried to have Daniela’s mother killed, none of this

words echoed, dragging out the McCoy family’s ugliest

for years, but tonight, he couldn’t keep it buried any longer. “In the old days, our father lost to Daniela’s mother—and now, you can’t

desperate for a comeback, but the words caught in his throat.

Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂

a woman, isn’t she? And women, in the end, always have something to lose. So

think, Hamilton. Isn’t this better for everyone? If Daniela dies with her children, at least those kids won’t have to struggle through a miserable life like she did. Isn’t that merciful? I poisoned Daniela to erase her bloodline. Otherwise, if her brats grow up feral

words dripped with

as he stared him down, the weight of everything finally snapping his restraint.

Hamilton would actually go through with it—until the blade sliced across his arm, drawing a quick,