Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 308

With a sharp crack, the screen shattered, sending tiny shards of glass raining down across the floor.

Gavin stood frozen by his desk, his face deathly pale.

His lips moved, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

Yet, Liliana wasn't finished.

She spun around and charged toward Lucius's desk, sweeping a heavy ebony ornament onto the floor with a violent wave of her hand.

Then, she snatched up a steaming cup of coffee and hurled it, lid and all, at the ground.

The dark brown liquid splashed across her expensive white suit, but she didn't even notice. Her eyes were bloodshot, glowing like poisoned blades.

"Lucius Whitman! What gives you the right to treat me like this?!" Her voice shrieked so loudly it almost broke, her stilettos clacking aggressively against the hardwood.

"Who was the one who promised to protect me for the rest of my life? Who said they would dump all of the Whitman Group's resources into my hands?

Now you're telling me I'm not competent enough? Why didn't you think I was incompetent back then?!"

She raised her hand, reaching for an item on the display shelf against the wall.

It was an antique celadon vase that Arthur Whitman had spent tens of millions of dollars acquiring at an auction a few years ago.

Gavin finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Ms. Lansbury, you can't—"

Before he could finish, Liliana had already grabbed it. She turned to face Lucius, flashing a smile that bordered on pure hysteria.

"If you won't let me live in peace, then your precious things won't survive either."

She loosened her grip.

Liliana wasn't stupid. In the past, Lucius had never laid a finger on her. No matter what mistakes she made, he always forgave her.

But now, he struck her mercilessly over a mere temper tantrum. Worse still was the icy indifference in his eyes and his total apathy toward her tears.

It was the ultimate proof that all her desperate devotion would never earn a shred of his affection again.

The crushing despair of abandonment washed over Liliana entirely.

The only reason Lucius was maintaining any facade of civility was because she kept using the fact that she saved him eighteen years ago as leverage.

Once he discovered the truth, Liliana didn't even want to imagine what he would do to her.

A man like him was far too terrifying.

Lucius pulled his hand back, smoothly extracted a pocket square from his suit jacket, and methodically wiped his fingers, as if he had just touched something filthy.