Chapter 4
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"Selina, after a vote by the partners' meeting, you need to be suspended for half a month to reflect on your actions. Unpaid leave."
The firm's HR stood by the cubicles in the lobby, awkwardly handing over a notice.
I didn't even look at it and casually signed my name.
"Go to the senior partner's office, Director Amy has some case files to hand over to you," the HR added in a low voice before slipping away guiltily.
I picked up the notebook on my desk and pushed open the oak double doors that used to belong to me.
Amy was sitting in my leather swivel chair. She had changed into a brand-new Chanel suit—judging by the cut, most likely bought with the so-called "commission" Jack advanced her.
She had her feet resting on the desk, flipping through a corporate profile book.
"Selina, come here."
Amy didn't even lift her eyelids, ordering in a tone one would use for a cleaning lady. "This Friday, Jack is taking me to meet Ms. Margaret to officially finalize the tens-of-millions legal counsel contract. Now, hand over all of her personal preferences and negotiation taboos to me, not missing a single detail."
I watched her quietly.
Margaret. The richest person in the state, the real estate queen who held the sky with one hand. The ultimate cash cow Jack dreamed of leeching onto.
And their ultimate source of confidence to burn the bridge after crossing it.
"No problem."
Without even a trace of hesitation, I gave her the answers directly. "Ms. Margaret likes hunting. When discussing this kind of multi-million-dollar legal contract, she never goes to any five-star hotels. She only goes to the top private club in the western suburbs, Pinecrest Estate."
Amy quickly took notes with her pen, her eyes flashing with greed and excitement.
"Glad you're honest." She snapped the folder shut and waved her hand arrogantly. "Get out. After this multi-million-dollar deal is signed this Friday, I'll have someone save a spot for you to wash dishes at the firm's celebration banquet."
I turned and closed the door.
In the moment I turned around, my mouth pulled into an extremely ruthless arc.
I truthfully told them the time, location, and preferences. But I deliberately concealed two of the most fatal pieces of information.
First, this ruthless state's richest woman, Ms. Margaret, is my biological mother.
Second, that Pinecrest Estate, which requires ten million in capital verification and only recognizes members, not money, just happens to be an insignificant private property under our family's name.
Leaving the firm, I drove straight to Pinecrest Estate.
"Miss."
Seeing me, the estate manager immediately brought two men in black security suits over to greet me.
"Raise the security level to the maximum this Friday." I looked at the spacious and luxurious lobby, my tone calm. "Without my permission, don't let even a single fly into the VIP core area."
After giving the instructions, I turned and walked out of the estate gates.
Just as I walked down the steps, a familiar black Mercedes-Benz S-Class parked by the fountain outside the gate.
The window rolled down. Jack was sitting in the driver's seat, and Amy was in the passenger seat, currently holding up her phone taking a selfie against the estate's grand gates.
Seeing me, the two of them were visibly stunned for a moment.
"Selina?" Jack frowned, his eyes immediately replacing surprise with a look of guarded disgust. "Why did you follow us here?"
Amy put away her phone and laughed mockingly. "Jack, she definitely heard we were coming to Pinecrest Estate today to scout the location for Friday's signing, so she specifically ran over here to block you and beg for mercy. After all, she only has five days left to scrape together that 350,000. If she can't, she'll have to go to jail."
Hearing this, Jack's expression became condescending, full of a patronizing vibe.
"Selina, pestering me is useless. You won't be able to enter the gates of Pinecrest Estate in your entire lifetime." Jack tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "After signing the multi-million-dollar deal this Friday, I will be the top partner in the state. If you kneel down right now and beg Amy for forgiveness, maybe I'll show some mercy and give you a few more days of grace to pay back the money."
I looked at their extremely hypocritical faces, my mind filled with the disgusting images of them hooking up on that office desk.
I didn't say a single word.
Arguing with two dead people is the most life-wasting thing in this world.
I coldly withdrew my gaze, completely ignoring them, and got straight into my car.
In the rearview mirror, Jack was still angrily honking the horn because of my disregard.
I started the engine and slammed my foot on the gas. The Ferrari let out a deafening roar, the tires screeching and leaving a harsh black mark on the ground.
The exhaust trailing from the back of the car unapologetically sprayed all over the windshield of that black Mercedes.
Go ahead and celebrate.
I looked at the silhouette of Jack furiously waving his fists in the rearview mirror, thinking coldly.
After all, this was the last time in your entire life that you would be able to laugh out loud in this city.
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