"He can think it over again." Amelia stood under the streetlamp, dressed in a black jacket, her long legs and slender waist accentuating her stance. "We won't force anyone."
Chris burst into laughter. "He doesn't have a choice—go in or go bankrupt. Boss, you're still the decisive one!"
"He deserves it." Amelia's lips curled into a slow smile. "He had his chance."
If he didn't cherish it, who was to blame?
Time and again, he sought trouble, and now he had even dragged Grandma into it.
Amelia was never one to let grudges slide.
Jackson should consider himself lucky that he carried the Milton family's blood; otherwise, he would be joining the others going in.
As for the old lady, Jackson was undoubtedly the first to seek her out.
He thought things would be like before—kneeling, crying
