The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1253:

Without a flicker of concern, Jordy lounged back, resting his foot on the empty chair beside her, sounding even more relaxed than before. “I won’t deny it. You did help me once. But those days are gone. Now, I’ve got more wealth than you ever had. Frankly, you mean nothing to me. I’m only here for whatever scraps you’re clutching in your hand.”

“Scraps?” Rosie was both shocked and enraged by his words. “How dare you say something like that to me? The only reason you’ve got anything at all is because of me! Forget it, your family was once nothing in Shirie. If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d have been crushed. Everything I handed you, I can snatch right back.”

Jordy’s lips twisted into a smirk, his voice dripping with scorn. “Remind me—who exactly do you think you are? If the Harpers hadn’t frozen your accounts and snatched away every last resource you had, perhaps you would still matter in the business world. You managed to cross the one family nobody dares to offend. You’re finished. Take my advice—dump those failing assets now. Every minute you hang on to them, your losses just keep piling up.”

He pulled a check from inside his jacket, let it rest on the table, and tapped it as if daring Rosie to refuse. “Ten million for seventeen companies. That’s my offer. Satisfied?”

closely, amusement flickering in his

at the numbers, her anger building with every heartbeat. She snatched it up and, in one swift motion, ripped it to pieces, letting the scraps rain down on

companies. They’re in trouble right now, yes, but they have real promise. My tech team is gifted, and the deal includes everyone—my staff, our contracts, and the equipment. Yet, you toss ten million at me

mocking laugh. “Save your speech. I know exactly what’s happening. The brains behind your operation already walked out. Employees? You haven’t paid them in months. No one works for free.

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more than your pathetic offer. You’d better watch yourself, Jordy. Just because I’m

me? I’m offering ten million for everything you have left. Take it or leave it—I’m not

at the bodyguards at the door and said to Jordy coldly, “This is the last time I’m asking you. Will you pay market price or not? I’m in a tight spot, and I need someone on my side. Lend me a hand, and I’ll back you up once I regain my power. Remember, I’ll soon become the King’s wife in Plieca, and everyone there will owe me