Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 648

A printed draft followed, landing beside the card.

Jessica picked it up and looked at Mary. "Are you serious right now, Mrs. Shayman? What happens when I take the card, and you accuse me of extortion later? It's going to be your word against mine."

A flicker of annoyance flashed in Mary's eyes. She hadn't expected the girl to be this sharp.

"You're imagining things," Mary said flatly.

Jessica crossed her arms. "Then bring a lawyer and a witness. Have the money transferred as a gift, with a clause stating you'll never take it back for any reason. Once that's in writing, I'll sign your agreement."

Mary's chest rose and fell, her lips pressed into a thin white line. She glared at Jessica for several seconds before turning away to make another call.

Thirty minutes later, the twenty million hit Jessica's account.

She signed the agreement that Mary had given her.

"Happy now, Mrs. Shayman?"

Her hand trembled with the last stroke, pressing so hard it tore the edge of the paper.

Mary looked it over and gave a thin nod of approval.

"Now press your thumbprint."

She turned to ask the lawyer for an ink pad, but Jessica grabbed the fruit knife from the nightstand and sliced a small cut across her thumb. She pressed it firmly over her signature, the red mark sinking into the paper.

She tossed the contract toward Mary. "Take it. I need some rest."

Mary picked it up, scanned it, and slid it into her bag.

"Don't forget to leave within three days. I'll have someone watching you."

Jessica didn't answer. She lay down, turned her back to the door, and faced the wall.

Mary paused for one last cold glance before walking out with her people.

Jessica curled in on herself, gripping the bank card until her fingers hurt.

Blood seeped from her thumb, smearing across the card until the numbers faded under the stain.

Inside the car, the maid spoke carefully. "Madam Chalmont, giving her twenty million and letting her keep the baby seems too generous."

Pepper Chalmont gave a faint, icy smile. "That depends on whether she survives long enough to have it."

She wasn't Mary at all. She was Gianna's mother, Pepper.

Anneliese held his hand and followed him into the villa, a soft smile curving her lips.

She hadn't seen the place at all last night. They had gone straight to the bedroom the moment they arrived.

They had promised to explore it together today.

As she walked beside him, she tilted her head up. "You barely slept two hours last night. Why don't you rest first? You said this is our home now. We'll have all the time in the world."

Jonathan looked down at her and slipped an arm around her waist. "I can't wait. Don't you want to help me make it perfect?"

He couldn't wait to show her everything. He couldn't wait to make every part of this house theirs.

Only when she was part of it would it truly feel like home.

A home that was theirs.

Anneliese caught the meaning in his eyes, her gaze brightening. "I just didn't want you to exhaust yourself."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "You doubt my stamina."

Two hours of sleep was plenty for him.