Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 483

Madeline spoke out of spite. "Mr. York, you guessed wrong. Quentin and I didn't sign a prenuptial agreement. And when it comes to me, he is far more generous than you could possibly imagine.

Before we got married, he gifted me the sprawling sixty-thousand-square-foot estate we live in, complete with its own private gardens and lake.

If you want to outdo him, you'll have to hand over the deed to The York Manor in Empire City. Throw that in with your ten million dollars, and then I might consider it.

Is this ten-million-dollar check supposed to impress me? It feels a little cheap. I would have thought a man of your stature would be far more generous."

Xavier York scoffed, clearly infuriated by her audacity. "Quentin Prescott really has spoiled you rotten. Giving a girl raised in the backwoods ten million dollars is already overvaluing you."

Madeline smiled, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

That habit of constantly throwing her background in her face sounded exactly like Penelope.

Like father, like daughter.

He came from an aristocratic background, deeply entrenched in Empire City's elite circle.

Naturally, he despised someone born in the backwoods like her.

Madeline politely declined. "Since Mr. York hasn't come fully prepared, why don't you go back and discuss with your family whether you can give me the manor? You can come back once you've made a decision."

Madeline obviously didn't want the house. She was doing this on purpose.

The York Manor sat on prime real estate in Empire City. Even though it was in the suburbs, it commanded some of the highest property values in the country, especially with top-tier schools nearby.

It covered a massive expanse of land, and the rare timber used just for the interior finishing made it incalculably valuable.

Besides, it was the foundational stronghold of the Yorks. They would never just give it away.

She deliberately made an impossible demand so Xavier couldn't use her words against her.

Xavier narrowed his eyes, his tone dropping dangerously. "Ms. Monroe, your demands are absurdly high. Aren't you afraid that by asking for something so outrageous, you might not live long enough to enjoy it?"

The blatant threat made Madeline laugh in exasperation.

She spoke lightly. "I'm just an ordinary citizen. There's no need to throw your political weight around. I know you wouldn't dare kill me. If you so much as lay a finger on me, I will march straight to the central authorities and take us both down. I don't believe you're willing to take that kind of risk."

Madeline made herself perfectly clear. She wasn't nearly as terrified of him as he thought. He was undeniably powerful, but no matter how much influence he wielded, he still had to obey the law. She had plenty of things she couldn't bear to lose, which was why she wouldn't act recklessly. But if she were truly pushed into a corner, she had the resolve to drag him down with her.

Because she had no parents and no family. She was willing to burn everything, even her own financial security, just to get justice.

Xavier hadn't expected her to have such a ruthless understanding of the situation.

He had originally thought a simple threat would make her yield.