NovelEnglishChapter 231 If money couldn't convince someone, it only meant the offer wasn't high enough.
Dexter knew this all too well. Money was never an issue for him-he had plenty to spare. As long as it got him what he wanted, 50 million was nothing more than a trivial expense.
Initially, Mina seemed completely unmoved. But as twent on, her resolve began to crumble.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFifty million dollars was an astronomical sum, enough to ensure a life of luxury and ease for the rest of her days. But the question gnawed at her-what had all this been for? Fifty million couldn't bring her husband back. Wasn't her goal to avenge him, to make sure the Fuller family paid for what they'd done? Dexter sipped his water with a calm that belied the storm beneath. He said evenly, "Mina, you've worked for my family for many years. You know what kind of man I am." His meaning was clear. They could settle this quietly and she could take the money and sign the Letter of Agreement. If Mina refused, he would use every ounce of his wealth and influence to protect Kayla by any means necessary.
Mina felt the fight leave her. After a long, heavy silence, she rasped, "Fine, I agree." The night was crisp, the city alive with neon lights and bustling traffic.
A multi-million-dollar luxury car circled the downtown streets twice, its driver growing increasingly anxious. Stephan sat in the backseat, his frustration palpable. His voice was cold and sharp as he glared at his team. "Is there still no sign of her?" "We've found her!" one of them exclaimed, relief washing over his face. "Mr. Russell, street cameras caught her heading downtown after leaving the Fuller residence. She took an Uber to the city center." When they finally located Felicia, she was on the rooftop of the most iconic building in Khogend-the Tall Ben. As the tallest structure in the city, its massive clock face adorned the exterior, and the rooftop observation deck offered sweeping views of the vibrant cityscape. Stephan arrived at the rooftop and stopped in his tracks. There she was, reclined on a lounge chair in the middle of the deck with her legs propped up. She was eating a small slice of cake. Her posture was relaxed, her movements leisurely as if she didn't have a care in the world.
Yet the sight of her like this sent a pang through his chest.
дала Stephan muttered something to his staff, who immediately nodded and withdrew, leaving him alone. He strode toward her with purposeful steps, the sound of his shoes echoing on the deck.
Felicia looked up, surprised. She had paid handsomely to have the rooftop to herself. How had someone managed to get in? But when she saw who it was, her surprise turned to mild amusement.
"Mr. Russell," she greeted, tilting her head. "What brings you here?" Her lips curled into a small smile. "Are you here to enjoy the show and have a good laugh?" The bruising on her face was still glaringly obvious, the red handprint stark against her pale skin. But Felicia showed no sign of embarrassment. She had faced
Stephan in worse conditions before-once with a bullet wound in her leg. She had even crawled to his feet, begging for his help. Compared to that, this was nothing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer tone was light, even playful, but Stephan didn't laugh. Instead, he took a step closer and did something unexpected.
He reached out and gently covered her eyes with his hand.
Darkness enveloped Felicia's vision as his warm, dry palm rested against her brow and eyelids. She blinked beneath his touch, confused. "You don't have to smile if you don't mean it," Stephan said quietly, his deep voice steady and unyielding.
Felicia stilled, her breath caught. She had always been good at hiding her emotions behind an easy smile, but somehow, Stephan had seen through her. Before Stephan realized it, he reached out, wanting to smooth away the pain on Felicia's face.
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