Lillian grabbed a fruit knife from the nearby bar and stabbed it into the couch, right beside Janet's ear.
Janet flinched violently, her face going pale with fear.
Lillian sneered. "Is Dawson Group really your territory, Janet? My dear stepsister, have you forgotten who saved Dawson Group from collapse with their investment?"
With that, Lillian pulled the knife from the couch.
The blade glinted in the crystal chandelier's light, and Janet began trembling uncontrollably.
"D-don't do anything crazy. I'll scream for help," Janet stammered.
Lillian pressed the tip of the knife against Janet's throat, gently tracing it along her skin as she whispered, "If that's all you've got, just shut your filthy mouth. Just cut your nonsense, or..."
She paused, her voice dripping with menace. "Trust
