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“Didn’t expect you to have such a temper, Ms. Jensen,” one of the men in the booth remarked, sounding more

amused than surprised. “No wonder Mr. Hanson took a liking to you.”

“Care to join us for a drink, Mrs. Hanson?” another added, deliberately emphasizing the title.

Richard's eyes stayed fixed on Rebecca, completely ignoring her defiance. “I said go pour the drinks-now.”

Rebecca's hand shook slightly as she gripped the broken bottle. Her feet crept slowly toward the door.

Everyone in the room caught her movement.

“Mr. Jensen, looks like you're not serious about rebuilding your company,” one of the men said, setting his glass

down with a sharp thud. His displeasure was clear. “In that case, I'll pass on this toast.”

A sharp, merciless glint flicked in Richard's eyes. ‘I've worked so hard to set up these connections. I'll never let

this defiant daughter mess this up.”

When he'd first learned that Rebecca had married Jeffrey, he thought he could use that to save the company. But

she'd told Jeffrey she had nothing to do with him, causing him to miss countless opportunities because of Jeffrey.

“This is your last warning,” Richard said, his eyes locked on the jagged bottle in her hand. “Or don’t blme

for a tough

dad.”

Rebecca didn’t even respond-the loving dad he used to be was long gone.

Since she wouldn't back down, Richard didn’t wait. He lunged forward, trying to grab the bottle from her hand.

Rebecca swung wildly-the broken glass glinting under the dim light.

But Richard was desperate to win over the men in the room. Even if it meant getting cut, he had to take her

down.

Suddenly, the jagged edge of the bottle sliced deep into Richard’s hand, drawing blood.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tightened his grip on the broken glass and wrestled it out of her grasp. His

eyes turned cold as he slammed the bottle onto the floor, shattering it completely.

“Now go pour the drinks for the gentlemen,” he growled, his voice low and threatening.

“Don’t makecall the cops,” Rebecca shot back, her phone screen lit up with 911. “I'd be happy to escort

everyone here to the police station.”

“Call them. What are they going to do? Arrest us for asking you to toast?” Richard scoffed, completely

unimpressed. He'd been playing this gtoo long to be scared.

“Sure, toasting’s not against the law, Rebecca said, smearing her lipstick and scanning the room. “But when the

cops seelike this-bruised, hair a mess-you think they'll buy this as just a friendly drink?”

“You!” Richard seethed, trembling with anger.

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“The hallway security cameras definitely caught you draggingfrom the other room,” Rebecca continued, her

voice steady and her resolve clear. “Want to guess how this will play out in court?”

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The tension had reached a point where everyone lost interest. No one wanted this to turn into a police incident.

“Maybe next time, Mr. Jensen, make sure your daughter knows how to behave before you bring her out,” one guy

muttered.

Another chimed in, “If you can’t even control your daughter, maybe we should reconsider doing business with

you.”

“No wonder Mr. Hanson never lifted a finger to help you, even after marrying your daughter. He must've seen

right through you,” a third scoffed.

The criticism kept coming, each comment digging deeper into Richard's pride. But he needed these men, so he

forced a smile and said whatever sounded agreeable.

Rebecca slipped her phone into her pocket and walked out. Only when she was inside a cab did she finally let

herself

breathe.

She'd held it together through sheer willpower just now. Like Jeffrey once said, he'd shielded her so well she'd

never truly experienced the ugly side of the world. So when Richard dragged her into that room and treated her

like that, she could barely react.

But slowly, she had pulled herself together. And she had realized one thing: now that she and Jeffrey were

divorced, except for Richard, old enemies might start coming out of the woodwork.

After all, Jeffrey had taken care of so many who crossed her. And this world was full of people just waiting to kick

her when she was down. The weight of that truth sat heavily in Rebecca's chest.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Richard: [You'll pay for what you did today.]

Rebecca blocked him without a second thought. She didn’t know what that “price” would be-but whatever it

was, she'd

face it.

On the other end, Richard was still fuming, typing out threat after threat. But halfway through, it hit him: he had

very little left to hold over Rebecca.

Samuel was Jeffrey's son. Amelia's background was too mysterious-if he actually touched her, who knew what

her powerful connections might do to him.

After Rebecca left, Stanley returned to the private room door, peeking inside again. With the phone still in hand,

he muttered, “You said Rebecca was meek and mild. What just happened doesn’t match that story.”

“Bring Richard upstairs,” Jeffrey said, his voice calm but edged with ice.

Stanley paused, and then it hit him. “Wait-you’re here?”

Jeffrey said nothing, just releasing Stanley’s phone.

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‘I'm the president of Garcia Group, not srandom errand boy!‘ Stanley grumbled silently. Still, he stepped

into the private room as told.

Richard, who had been typing with a dark expression, stopped, ready to greet Stanley.

But before he could get a word out, Stanley flashed a tight smile. “Mr. Jensen, someone upstairs would like a

word.”

Richard followed Stanley upstairs, anxiety tightening his chest.

The door opened to reveal Jeffrey lounging on the sofa, legs crossed. His gaze was cold, unreadable, and filled

with quiet authority.

Richard shivered instinctively. Fear-raw and immediate-washed over him.

Stanley strolled in casually and said to Jeffrey, “He's here.”

“M-Mr. Hanson,” Richard stammered, his earlier bravado completely gone. The memory of Jeffrey's past

warnings rushed back, chilling him to the bone.

Jeffrey's lips curved slightly. “Mr. Jensen, you want to rebuild your company?”

Unsure what was meant, Richard answered honestly, “Yeah.”

“I have an opportunity for you,” Jeffrey said, casually swirling his glass of wine, his expression unreadable.

Richard felt a chill run down his spine

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Jeffrey raised an eyebrow slightly. “Oh?”

Richard was on the verge of losing his mind. The pressure was so intense he could barely think straight, let alone

figure out what Jeffrey was thinking.

“Jeffrey’s offering you a chance to rebuild your company. Why so nervous?” Stanley cut in, easing the tension.

Richard glanced at Jeffrey’s expressionless face and ventured, “Really?”

“What else?” Stanley picked up a bottle of strong liquor and poured a glass. “Jeffrey never jokes around-you

don’t

know?”

Richard thought it through. He hadn’t dealt with Jeffrey much, but everyone in their circle knew one thing: Jeffrey

might be ruthless, but he never broke a promise.

“I want in, Mr. Hanson,” Richard said. He had nothing left to lose, and Jeffrey's favor could be his salvation.

“What's this opportunity?”

Jeffrey's eyes drifted toward the row of strong liquor bottles on the table.

Richard understood immediately. He walked over, picked up a bottle, and started pouring. “A toast to you, Mr.

Hanson,” he

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After opening the third bottle, Richard mustered his courage and began, “Mr. Hanson...”

“We'll talk once you’ve finished drinking,” Jeffrey replied, his tone cool and detached.

Richard glanced at the drinks on the table. “You mean this glass in my hand, or the whole bottle | just opened?”

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Richard's eyes widened. ‘Everything? That much liquor could literally kill me."

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