Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Alicia wasn’t entirely surprised to find Rosalie at the door, flanked by two imposing bodyguards.
Rosalie had always been known for her volatile temper and quickness to rage.
After what Jason had done to Adam, it was inevitable she would come storming in.
Seeing Alicia, Rosalie faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. “Is this your room?” she demanded sharply.
She had gone to Lucent Media earlier, looking for Jason, but hadn’t found him.
After having him tracked down, she’d learned he was staying at this hotel.
The fury simmering inside her had become too much to bear, so she’d ordered her driver to bring her straight here.
Alicia raised an eyebrow. “Looking for Jason?”
She stepped aside, holding the door open. “He’s inside. Come in.”
Knowing Jason, he’d probably allowed Rosalie to find him on purpose
Too consumed by anger to question why Alicia was in Jason’s room at all, Rosalie brushed past her, the bodyguards following close behind.
Jason was seated on the sofa, his expression cool and detached as he watched her enter. “Mrs. Farrell. What is the meaning of this?”
The formal address only stoked Rosalie’s temper. “Jason, I am your mother. You will never cut yourself off from me or the Farrell family.”
Her tone was pure command. “Take down those trending topics immediately.
“Post a public clarification on X stating you fabricated the entire story, that the photos were falsified, and apologize to your father.”
Jason tilted his head slightly. “And if I refuse?”
Rosalie’s smile was brittle. “You don’t have that luxury.”
She gestured sharply toward the bodyguards behind her. “If you won’t cooperate willingly, they will ensure you do.”
A cold, almost detached relief washed over Jason. He had long since stopped expecting anything from his mother.
Even now, with her threatening him, the pain was distant, a dull ache he had learned to ignore.
He looked at Rosalie with genuine bewilderment. “You keep saying I can’t walk away, but here you are with bodyguards ready to teach me a lesson.
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10:04 Sat, May 16
Chapter 11
“Tell me. Am I your son, or your enemy?”
Rosalie drew herself up, her tone dripping with self-righteous conviction. “You are my son. And if you refuse to listen, then as your mother, I have every right to make you.”
Her sole remaining claim over him was the title of “mother.” In her mind, she had given him life, and he could never truly be free of her.
Jason had long expected this. She would never willingly let go. She wanted to keep him trapped alongside her in the suffocating mire of the Farrell family.
Reaching for a document folder on the coffee table, he handed it to her. “Read this first. Then decide whether you still want to ‘correct’ me.”
Rosalie snatched it with a dismissive snort. “Let’s see what little game you’re playing.”
But as she pulled out the contents and began to read, the color drained from her face.
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