Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 693

"But come to think of it, Mr. Jordan, you're worth a fortune these days. Why stoop to something this low?

"Aren't you afraid that if this gets exposed, that carefully polished gentleman image of yours—and your entire business empire—will crumble overnight?"

Amelia looked at his textbook refined-scumbag appearance and still had the mood to tease him.

"How about you untie my hands so I can snap a photo of what you look like right now? We'll let the Jordans get a good look and really see who you are."

Esmond assumed he'd finally gotten under Amelia's skin, and a twisted sense of satisfaction bloomed inside him.

Not only was he not angry, but he also smiled even wider. "What do you think I brought you here for?"

"What else could it be? You're after the formula my dad hid."

Anyone with half a brain could figure that out. And he still had the nerve to make her guess.

"Good. Since you know, hand it over. Or don't blame me if you lose your life."

The pleasantries were over. Esmond dropped the act and got straight to the point, his true face fully exposed.

"I'm not telling you. Go ahead. Kill me if you've got the guts."

This time, Amelia was the one smiling sweetly as she provoked him.

She had already calculated that this spineless pawn didn't have the authority—or the nerve—to actually kill her.

"Watch it!" Esmond's smile finally disappeared.

Grinding his teeth, he snapped, "Don't think I wouldn't dare. If you don't talk, don't blame me for using torture on you!"

"Oh? Then do it. The second you lay a finger on me, even if I die, you won't get a single word out of me.

"Of course, if you manage to make me happy, I might consider cooperating. You know how I am. When I decide something, I stick to it."

Amelia was absolutely certain this useless coward wouldn't dare.

Because she knew the person behind him understood her very well.

They knew that if she said it, she meant it.

Sure enough.

Esmond was rattled by her words and didn't dare act rashly, yet he had no idea how to force the location of the formula out of her.

"Fine. What will it take for you to talk?" he asked, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself.

"Simple. Have your boss come out and negotiate with me directly." Amelia's tone was blunt and unapologetic.

Esmond hadn't expected that to be her condition.

But he wasn't stupid. Wary of a trap, he circled back. "At the very least, I need to know where the formula is.

"You little..." This damn woman is clearly throwing my own words back in my face, mocking me for not daring to follow through.

Just as that man predicted, everything is unfolding exactly according to plan.

Once we lure Jeremy here with the formula, we'll seize it.

And then we'll send the two of them off together—to the underworld. A pair of tragic lovers reunited in death.

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