After All the Hurt, She Chose Herself novel Chapter 12

“Ms. Rowan, according to the contract, the penalty for breach is three times the amount.”

The pot-bellied man eyed Aria with ill intent, pushing a small cup of liquor toward her. “So, where’s your sincerity, Ms. Rowan?”

The high-proof whiskey was harsh and searing on the way down, and a wave of discomfort was already stirring in her stomach.

Aria had no choice.

Graham Adler’s hand rested casually on Aria’s thigh. She calmly pulled her leg away.

“I’ve worked with you before, Ms. Rowan. After a blunder this big, I imagine it won’t be easy to answer to Mr. Evernight, will it?”

“Why don’t you come work for me instead? I truly appreciate your talents, Ms. Rowan.”

Aria’s stomach churned with nausea. She fought back the urge to slap him across the face.

“I consulted a lawyer before coming here. Contracts with such a large price discrepancy can be deemed invalid.”

Aria dodged Graham Adler’s hand again.

“If you try to enforce the price on the erroneous contract, we can countersue you for extortion.”

Graham Adler’s expression soured.

Of course, he knew the contract was likely invalid; otherwise, he would never have agreed to renegotiate.

But was Aria really going to be this ungrateful?

The fact that he even showed up to re-sign such a major deal was already a sign of respect to her.

“What if I told you Henry already promised me that if we go to court, Evercrest Prosperity Holdings will compensate my company according to the original contract?”

The man displayed his call history with Henry.

Aria felt her heart drop into her stomach, the air suddenly turning thin.

How could Henry do that? Was he so determined to fight her that he would resort to tactics that harmed the company?

“Even if Henry agrees, Mr. Evernight won’t.”

A dull ache had started in her stomach, and Aria’s face had grown pale.

“If a mere secretary like Henry dared to agree, it must be with Mr. Evernight’s tacit approval.”

“It seems Mr. Evernight isn’t very fond of you, Ms. Rowan.”

Aria’s heart sank.

To force her to compromise and willingly bear a child, Gideon was even prepared to lose thirty million dollars.

His devotion to Lilith was truly profound.

“Why don’t you consider my company, Ms. Rowan?”

Graham Adler’s hand slid onto the back of Aria’s, his gaze lecherous.

“I could never bear to see a beauty like you suffer.”

The pain in Aria’s stomach was intense, and her lips had lost their color.

“Or, you could finish this bottle of whiskey, and I’ll agree to re-sign the contract.”

It was a full pint bottle.

“You’ll sign it if I finish this?”

Graham Adler sneered.

No sane man could chug half a liter of spirits without blacking out. Did Aria really have a death wish? Did Aria really think she could?

By the time she drank herself unconscious, he could do whatever he wanted…

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