Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1356

His expression was gravely serious, his eyes brimming with theatrical remorse.

He had expected Jerome to stop him from swearing an oath, but Jerome just sat back and raised an amused eyebrow.

"Why stop? Make it a harsh one. Swear something truly devastating. Maybe then I'll actually believe you."

Conrad struggled to keep his mask from slipping, realizing he had backed himself into a corner.

He took a breath and forced the words out.

"I, Conrad West, swear that I genuinely want to love my only daughter, Lizetta. I want to make amends and compensate for all the fatherly love she missed out on. If I speak a single word of a lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a gruesome death!"

Internally, he scoffed. It wasn't like being struck by lightning was a realistic threat anyway.

Jerome nodded, seemingly convinced. Just as Conrad lowered his hand, Jerome smiled.

"Alright. Since you're being so sincere, I'll give you a chance."

Conrad's eyes lit up with unbridled joy.

But in the next second, Jerome slid a share transfer agreement across the desk.

"Sign this, and I'll believe your words. I'll even have someone drive you to see her."

Jerome tapped the document.

Conrad looked down, and his vision immediately swam. His throat tightened, rendering him speechless.

It was a voluntary transfer agreement. It explicitly stated that he would forfeit his entire 6% stake in the Madden Group to his only daughter, Lizetta, effective immediately.

Jerome offered him a fountain pen, but Conrad didn't reach for it.

"Mr. West, your blatant greed is practically slapping me in the face. I'm amazed you can still keep up the act."

Conrad stiffened, his brows furrowing in indignation.

"I'm speaking the truth, and I'm looking out for her best interests. I am her father; why wouldn't I protect her? I know that if I leave the company, Lizetta's heart won't be in the business anyway—she still dreams of returning to the stage. Without me here, there would be no one to keep you in check. The Madden Group would just become your personal dictatorship! So, to prevent that, I must bear the burden of staying!"

He slammed his hand on the desk and stood up, looking entirely self-righteous.

"I refuse to sign this agreement!"

He spun around and marched toward the door. Jerome stared at his retreating, almost fleeing figure, finding it utterly pathetic.

Conrad looked terrified that if he walked too slowly, someone might grab his hand and force him to sign away his wealth!