The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 252

Chapter 252 A Deal with the Devil

“Why?” Sierra couldn’t help but ask. She had always thought he had a good relationship with his grandfather.

“When I go back there, I stop being Jonathan Yeager,” Jonathan murmured against her ear.

Sierra could hear the frustration in his voice.

She reached up, gently running her hand along his back in comfort.

Now she understood why Jonathan never talked about his family.

He didn’t just dislike them–he rejected everything about them.

“Do you really want to take over the family business?” Sierra asked again.

Jonathan released her, studying her for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

Wanting to do something and having to do something are two different things.

But what belongs to me… even if I don’t want it, I won’t let anyone else have it.

What’s mine is mine. Sierra, do you understand?”

Sierra didn’t understand.

But she could feel the intensity of his possessiveness in his words.

She didn’t know what he had been through, so she had no right to judge.

At this moment, she simply chose to stand by his side.

The next day, Sierra headed to North Salem University, while Jonathan returned to the Wynn estate.

The massive estate was empty, save for Wayne.

“Come take a walk with me,” Wayne said, looking like he was in good spirits.

Jonathan glanced outside. The weather was nice. He had no reason to refuse.

They strolled through the mountainside paths as Wayne spoke.

“The land value in Capital City keeps rising. Do you know how many people envy the fact that the Wynn family owns an entire mountainside?”

clasped behind

family has been passed down for nine generations. You would

he looked at Jonathan, eyes

trust you to take

He wanted reassurance.

always, refused to give

can give it to

narrowing

people might not understand Jonathan, but

family over to someone else,

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Deal

would rather destroy something than

precisely why Wayne had

had the ability

because of his

the past, Jonathan had been wild, out

since he threw himself into research, he

that was all

grandson had somehow turned into

been a shift in him

Wayne suddenly changed

back–she’s at North Salem

had been listening

moment Wayne mentioned Sierra, his face instantly

“Grandpa.”

his hands in

do

know I don’t like people meddling in my

“I’m not meddling.”

had no

At least, not yet.

It was still early.

no desire to start a fight

I’m old, Jonathan. More than anything, I want peace at

understand that, don’t

Jonathan’s expression was unreadable.

Finished