NovelUpdateChapter 476 McNeil's face was unreadable, his expression as calm as ever, revealing nothing of what he truly felt.
Maynard stood awkwardly nearby, unsure whether he should leave or stay.
"You and I have nothing to do with each other," McNeil said flatly. "I'm not responsible for your feelings, or your wellbeing. You saved my life once. I've given you money to make up for it and to grant you what you wished for. That's more than enough." He remained completely detached.
Violet, on the other hand, was on the verge of hysteria.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"McNeil, I'm like this because of you! You wasted my youth, filledwith empty promises. I thought I'd end up marrying you. After all these years by your side, is it so wrong forto ask for five million? And you offerfifty thousand? Do you even seeas human?" "Our family has already given you more than enough," McNeil replied, his voice still cold. "This fifty thousand is the last payment. Take it or leave it." Without another word, he headed upstairs. Violet clutched the check, refusing to budge. A couple of security guards cin, and without ceremony, dragged her out.
Furious, Violet shouted, "Don't touch me! I'm pregnant!" Xenia, who'd been quietly watching the whole spectacle from the sidelines, rolled her eyes at Violet's outburst. "Pregnant? As if it's our family's business. Honestly, I never realized just how filthy you are. Carrying someone else's child and daring to show your face here-don't you dare bring your mess to our doorstep." With that, Xenia grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it over Violet's head. Already drenched from the rain outside, Violet now stood completely soaked, water streaming down her hair and clothes, shivering in the cold. "Aaah!" Violet shrieked, the last shreds of her composure long gone.
"You damn maid! How dare you throw water at me?" Just then, her phone started to ring nonstop.
Annoyed, Violet fished it out. Seeing the company's number, she had no choice but to answer.
"Ms. Marchand, we've been trying to reach you for ages. Where on earth did you go? There's a dinner tonight. Mr. Miller expects you to be there." Instantly, all her bluster disappeared.
Just as McNeil had said, she'd blown through all the money she'd wrung from the Langford family over the years. She couldn't afford to walk away from Golden Era vein Enterprises now; she didn't have that kind of security.
"I'm dealing with something. I'll be there right away." She tucked the check deep into the innermost pocket of her purse. But after being drenched by Xenia, the check was damp; she couldn't tell if the ink was starting to run. If it blurred, the check would be useless.
Ever since she'd arrived in Starfall City at sixteen, her life had taken a tic turn. She'd never wanted for money-especially after becoming Randy's "blood donor." The old man, and Simms too had lavished her with cash, all of which she'd squandered.
Now, with nothing left, she couldn't even imagine living without luxury. It's easy to get used to comfort- impossible to go back once you've had it.
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Violet made her way to the so-called business dinner Simms had om arranged. When she arrived, the group was already several drinks in, well on their way to being drunk.
Simms spotted her and immediately pulled her over. "Here she is-our head of PR, Violet Marchand. She's got a hand She's a great head for business and can hold her liquor. And she's gorgeous, too! What do you say, once we're done eating, we hit up a karaoke bar? I promise you, you'll have the tof your lives." Violet glanced at the table, where several bottles of vodka were lined up. She could hold her own, but even she would struggle to keep up with this crowd.
"Ms. Marchand, come, come-your reputation precedes you. Three shots to start, since it's our first meeting!" Before Violet could protest, someone grabbed her chin and forced the glass to her lips.
She choked, coughing hard as the alcohol burned her throat.
"Word is Ms. Marchand is actually om Mrs. Langford. What an honor to drink with the lady of the Langford with Group! Con, three more shots-Mrs. Langford, you really can hold your liquor!"
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