Ms. Escape Marrying to Run Fighting to Rise novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Curtis at the Door

It was obvious that Harold wanted to speak with Denton alone.

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Juliet grew anxious. Denton could be so stubborn. What if he turned down whatever Harold offered?

“Denton, even if you won’t think about yourself, at least think about us,” Juliet said urgently, trying to push him.

Denton didn’t reply. He walked straight into Harold’s study without looking back.

Outside, Juliet and Michael were pacing with worry, stressed that Denton might refuse everything.

“Relax. As long as Nicole agrees to marry Denton, whether he takes anything or not, it’ll all end up his anyway,” Michael said, popping a piece of fruit from the plate the housekeeper had brought out.

“Mr. Curtis…”

At the gates, Ernest and staff spotted Curtis approaching and immediately panicked. They couldn’t exactly stop him, but they also couldn’t just let him walk in.

Why was Mr. Curtis showing up now of all times?

“Mr. Curtis… ” Ernest rushed over, clearly flustered. “Mr. Lincoln’s not feeling well today. Maybe it’s best not to upset him…

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Curtis looked past him, his eyes landing on Michael and Juliet, lounging in the courtyard like they owned the place. He let out a cold laugh. “Is Grandpa really sick–or has he just found himself a shiny new heir?”

Ernest drew in a long breath, then spoke carefully. “Mr. Curtis … Mr. Denton is still part of the Lincolns. It doesn’t seem right to leave him out there like a stray.”

“Alright then. Let’s make it clear right now. If Denton is added to the Lincoln family registry, then I, Curtis, will cut all ties with the Lincolns. From this moment on, we have nothing to do with each other,” Curtis said, his voice low and firm. His words were absolute.

Ernest panicked and immediately reached out, covering Curtis’s mouth. “Mr. Curtis! Don’t say something like that! This is yours–yours. You can’t just walk away … Even if you have to share a piece, it’s better than handing it all over for nothing!”

His voice trembled with urgency.

Curtis’s eyes were rimmed red, mostly from anger.

What hurt him most wasn’t the power struggle or the inheritance. It was realizing just how little family actually meant.

Even when his mother had tried to take his life, even when Michael had stood by and let it happen, he had never felt this hopeless about family.

“Get out of my way.” His tone was final.

If they wanted to bring Denton into the Lincolns, fine. Then he’d walk away from the Lincoln Group right

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Chapter 197 Curtis at the Door

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now. Denton was still just a student. He didn’t know the first thing about running a company. Even if he eventually learned, it would take at least four years. And in those four years? Let the Lincoln Group rot.

Without Curtis, and with those useless distant relatives clinging to power, there was no way the company would survive until Denton graduated.

Inside the study, Harold looked at Denton as the young man walked in.

His smile deepened with satisfaction.

This was a confident, spirited young man–19 years old, full of energy and presence. He looked a lot like Curtis, sharing maybe 60 or 70 percent of the same features. But in his eyes, there was a wildness, unyielding and defiant.

As Harold looked at Denton, it felt like he was seeing a younger version of Curtis, the Curtis who had once stormed off to Govendale out of spite.

Back then, Curtis had been a lot like Denton..

“Grandpa, I don’t know what exactly happened between my father and the Lincolns back then, but he chose to leave this family. That means I have no right to come back and claim anything from the Lincolns. My dad told me you weren’t doing well and wanted me to visit. So here I am. But if you brought me here to have me compete with Curtis over inheritance, I won’t do it,” Denton began, getting straight to the point before Harold could speak.

Harold was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Denton to be so principled. “You and Curtis … you’re brothers. Blood brothers shouldn’t be at odds like this…” he said after a long silence, his voice heavy with emotion. He sighed again. “But even if you won’t think about yourself, at least think about your father.”

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