The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 530 Holding the Line

Chapter 530 Holding the Line

Someone was about to speak, but Sierra didn’t give them the chance.

“All you ever do is run your own little calculations,” she said sharply. “Ask yourselves honestly–since Jonathan became head of the family, haven’t you been getting more money than before? And every cent of it clean. Instead of being content, you’re here making noise. If the Wynn family falls, what do you think you’ll have left? Who will still give you the time of day then?”

Her words hit hard, leaving the room momentarily stunned.

Everyone knew Sierra was now the lady of the house, but they had never taken her seriously. Her presence had always been quiet, almost invisible.

That was exactly why they’d dared to show up today. They feared Jonathan, but they didn’t think Sierra was worth worrying about.

Even Chase and Susie were taken aback.

They knew her better than most – gentle on the surface, but unyielding in her principles.

When they’d clashed with Jonathan before, they had considered going through Sierra, only to find she stood firmly by Jonathan’s side.

They had hurried over this morning thinking Sierra wouldn’t be able to handle this, since she had never involved herself in Wynn family affairs.

they saw they

without Jonathan, she feared

troublemakers. One by one, they

end here,” Sierra said. “If they’ve decided to move against the Wynn family, this is only the beginning. If you have any sense at all, you’ll know now is the time for unity, not for washing your

you. Otherwise, you won’t of it. Keep your own turf clean even know how you died. And stop dreaming about replacing Jonathan. If the powers above have already made a move, their target isn’t Jonathan alone – it’s the entire Wynn

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pale and thin

group dispersed in uneasy silence. Many faces showed fear at the thought

gone, Sierrá let

glass. She looked at her

Now, this – she had to worry

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an elder, he felt he hadn’t been able to help

Sierra said, rubbing her forehead. Her appetite had been poor; even breakfast had been

“Don’t worry about me. I know

now.”

previous night – Jonathan’s arrangements were not