Given their current situation, she couldn't think of a single person willing to help. After all, Julius had made it clear: anyone who worked with Jeter Corporation would be blacklisted by Blackwood Group.
In the massive capital, who would dare cross the Blackwood family?
"The real estate tycoon in the capital, Mr. Warren."
Byron spoke with manic excitement. "As long as we can get on his good side, he'll be more than happy to invest in our company. That's our only way out."
"But how do we please this Mr. Warren? Do you know what he likes?" Catherine asked.
Yvonne suddenly had a terrible sinking feeling.
Sure enough, Byron said, "Mr. Warren loves women above all else. If Yvonne goes and pleases him, he'll be thrilled and invest in the Jeter family."
Yvonne shrieked, "Dad, no way! Everyone knows Mr. Warren is a disgusting, perverted old creep who plays with women. He has twisted tendencies! I'm not going."
She had heard the rumors. Mr. Warren was notorious for his sick, twisted games with women, and he was known to be violently abusive. She absolutely refused to throw herself at him.
"I raised you for over twenty years! Now that the family is in trouble and the company is on the verge of bankruptcy—all because of you—are you just going to sit back and watch us lose everything?"
"Dad, I'm your daughter! Wasn't it your responsibility to raise me? What kind of father gives his own daughter to some old man?"
Mr. Warren was the same age as her father—a bald, greasy, disgusting man with a beer belly. She would never sink so low.
Seeing her refusal, Byron raged, "If you hadn't ruined Julius's wedding, would our company be facing bankruptcy? Whether you want to or not, you are going!"

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