"If you're not satisfied yet, I can still find a way to make Lindsay suffer a bit more…" Clarice said.
"Clarice," Oscar said, sensing something off. "I don't care about the Starr family. What I want is Michael back first."
"Oscar, I've already sent people to handle the negotiations in Naraida. Anyone who dares threaten us won't end well. Why should we even give them the face? Don't you agree?"
Clarice's words made Oscar freeze.
He felt like he'd just been played.
Clarice could have easily dealt with the Starr family and saved Michael from Naraida—one word from her would have sufficed. But she hadn't done that. Instead, she went straight at the Starr family.
This wasn't helping—it was stirring up trouble.
Yet… in a way, she was venting on Michael's behalf, protecting the Morrison family's face. He couldn't really blame her.
Still, Michael's situation would have to wait for her next move.
"Clarice, we both know each other well. What exactly are you trying to do? Threaten me?" Oscar's irritation sharpened his tone.
"Oscar, why are you in such a rush? Don't worry—within a week, Michael will definitely return safely. It's just that…"
Her voice softened slightly. "With the Morrison Group's drug launch coming up, I'll need you to help me with a little favor."
"Don't get carried away, Clarice. Niel may be gone, but that doesn't mean our family is without a leader."
Oscar's anger flared. He hung up impulsively, too shocked to respond rationally. He never expected Clarice would dare pressure him like this.
When she married Niel, she had appeared the perfect, virtuous, gentle lady of a great family.
But Oscar had seen through her long ago—she was cunning.



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