He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 210

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 210: The Blackmail**

Madilyn leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she regarded Jennifer with a cold, disdainful laugh. “Oh, don’t think for a moment that I’m oblivious to your little scheme,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Donald might have sent you packing, but let’s be honest—you never truly left, did you? You’ve been lurking in the shadows, biding your time for this very moment. You think you can leverage this situation to coerce Arthur into marrying you?” She cast a contemptuous glance over Jennifer, as if she were a mere insect beneath her shoe. “But here’s the truth: I am the one who holds the reins of the Myers family. As long as I’m standing in your way, you will never step foot into our family.”

Jennifer maintained her composure, a serene smile gracing her lips, as if Madilyn’s venomous words merely rolled off her back like water off a duck.

Madilyn pressed on, her voice sharp and unyielding. “I even managed to send Chloe packing. And you? What makes you think you’re any more deserving than her?”

With a calmness that belied the tension in the air, Jennifer replied, “Mrs. Myers, I’ve always respected you for Arthur’s sake. But now that he’s no longer here, we can drop the pretense, can’t we?” She leaned back in her chair, an air of confidence surrounding her. “Arthur will have no choice but to marry me. I am destined to become the lady of the Myers household, and you will support me in this. No room for debate.”

Madilyn’s eyes flashed with indignation. “Dream on,” she retorted, her tone laced with disbelief.

“Don’t be so hasty to dismiss my proposal. Just hear me out before you make any rash decisions,” Jennifer countered, a sly smile playing on her lips as she gestured for silence. “I need your backing in this, which means we shouldn’t be adversaries—we should unite as allies. Don’t you see the logic in that?”

Madilyn’s glare was icy, her disgust evident as she scrutinized Jennifer, searching for any hint of weakness.

“Mrs. Myers, imagine for a moment if Arthur were to discover that you had another child hidden away from the family. Can you picture little siblings waiting in the wings, ready to contest his claim to the inheritance? Don’t you think he would loathe you for such a betrayal?” Jennifer’s smile sharpened, a predatory glint in her eyes.

Madilyn’s face drained of color, a wave of shock washing over her.

She stared at Jennifer, her mind racing. How could this woman possibly know such a deeply buried secret? It was a truth that had remained hidden for years, known only to a select few.

“It’s not possible,” Madilyn insisted, her voice trembling slightly.

“Let’s drop the charade, shall we? I know everything,” Jennifer said, her tone casual yet menacing. “I even know precisely what Mr. Charles Myers witnessed right before he collapsed.” Suddenly, she clamped a hand over her mouth, feigning surprise. “Oh dear, I shouldn’t have mentioned that. My apologies. Sometimes I just can’t help myself.”

Madilyn’s anger flared momentarily, but she quickly suppressed it, her expression hardening into a mask of resolve.

“What is it that you want from me?” she finally asked, her voice low and resigned.

Chloe couldn’t help but smile at her brother’s dramatic flair. Picking up the tablet, she quickly typed a response to Oralia, agreeing to visit the set. At the same time, she decided to quietly invest in *Rebirth*.

She had read the script previously—Oralia had sent it to her, after all.

The storyline revolved around a female lead whose family, in a twist of fate, rescued a couple down on their luck. The couple had a child around the same age as the female lead, creating an immediate bond.

However, their kindness led to unforeseen disaster. The rescued family turned traitorous, stealing the female lead’s identity and leaving her marred and abandoned in the wilderness.

Yet, the female lead was a survivor. She concealed her true identity, returned to the family as a servant, and then a series of “accidents” began to unfold one after another. In a climactic, bloody finale, she finally revealed her true self, taking revenge with her own hands.

It was an exceptional script, one that lingered in Chloe’s mind long after she had read it. A tale woven with unexpected twists, it was far from the typical commercial fare, yet it carried significant risks.

Oralia had mentioned how, despite having the renowned director Brian Merrow at the helm, investors had taken one look at the script and recoiled in fear. So far, the funding barely covered pre-production costs, leaving little for marketing.

After sending her reply, Chloe watched as Oralia responded with an avalanche of heart emojis, her excitement palpable even through the screen.