NovelEnglishAdeline had already conducted her investigation into the events of that night.
She knew Melina and Tyshawn had orchestrated the plan to humiliate Hannah, but they ended up entangling themselves instead.
But the Glyn family had no intention of accepting responsibility.
Adeline was determined to place the blsquarely on Tyshawn.
"I have both eyewitnesses and material evidence," she declared, her voice steady and unyielding.
"You can't just pin this on someone else.
" She held her phone aloft, threateningly.
"Or we can call the police to resolve this problem.
"No way," Tyshawn interjected, panic evident in his voice.
If Adeline called the police and he couldn't win Malvina back, the consequences would be disastrous.
Tyshawn had gone to great lengths to placate Malvina, transferring eighty million dollars to her. Losing his leverage with Malvina meant he'd be ousted from the Mitchell Group by tomorrow. He couldn't afford that.
"Let's handle this privately, Mrs.
Glyn," Tyshawn said, his voice laced with desperation.
"Nyour terms.
I'll agree to them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAdeline turned to him and said, "I won't ask for much.
Since you've slept with my daughter, you must marry her as soon as possible.
" "What? No..." Tyshawn attempted to protest, but Adeline's intimidating stare silenced him before he could voice his objections.
"I don't think it's a good idea.
I have a fiancee.
" He tried again to reason, but Adeline brushed aside his concerns.
"I don't care about that.
You will get the marriage certificate with Melina immediately," Adeline insisted, her tone unwavering.
"And tonight, you will draft an agreement and pay the Glyn Group sixty million dollars as compensation.
Then we can consider this matter settled.
"Sixty million dollars?" Makenna's incredulous outcry filled the tense air.
"Are you selling your daughter?" Adeline sneered, her eyes narrowing in disdain as she Looked at Makenna.
"Selling my daughter? Do you think you can buy a member of the Glyn family for a mere sixty million dollars? You're delusional.
The Glyn family refrained from involving the police out of consideration for Franco.
All I'm asking for is fair compensation.
I've been lenient with you.
" Makenna and Tyshawn fell silent, the gravity of her demands sinking in.
Adeline's patience wore thin as she waited.
"What's your decision? If you refuse, we'll handle this legally.
" Tyshawn weighed his options carefully, knowing that delaying until tomorrow could secure him ten billion dollars.
He needed the money first and foremost.
As for marrying Melina, he hesitated to outright refuse the proposition.
Scanning the room, Tyshawn considered the Glyn family's influence in Valmere.
Perhaps tying himself to Melina wouldn't be such a disadvantageous move after all and an alliance through marriage could benefit him.
Maybe he could harness the power of ing before him, and with determination, he agreed to Adeline's terms.
"Okay.
I agree.
I'll transfer the money to you right now and draw up a contract.
Makenna watched him in disbelief.
"Tyshawn, that's sixty million dollars.
His irritation flared, and he snapped, "Mom, stay out of it.
I know what I'm doing.
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With determination, Tyshawn swiftly transferred the amount, leaving only a fraction of his liquidity untouched. The bulk of his funds now rested in Melina's account.
Money was no Longer a concern for him; he was thinking on a grander scale.
Tomorrow, with ten billion dollars in his account, he'd command respect like never before.
Meanwhile, Malvina waited anxiously Ve in the airport's departure loungem clutching her ticket and passport. The clock ticked closer to her 1:00 a.
m.
flight.
With trembling hands, she checked her phone's balance repeatedly.
One hundred and thirty million dollars stared back at her.
With this hefty sum, she could disappear for a considerable time.
As the announcement for her flight's check-in echoed through the the om termina hurriedly wheeled al, her suitcase towards the boarding gate. Relief washed over her as she handed her ticket to the staff, anticipating her imminent departure.
But her relief was short-lived.
Just as she prepared to step onto the plane, the ticket inspector approached her apologetically.
"I'm sorry, ma'am.
There seems to be an issue with your ticket.
Could you please cwith me?"
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