Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 830

“Yvonne, how could you say such a thing and accuse your grandmother so unfairly?” Mrs. James Sr. cried, looking utterly wounded.

Yvonne shot back, “Don't you dare try that with me. My grandmother is dead.”

The retort left Mrs. James Sr. pale and speechless. Seeing his mother insulted, Joshua James flared up.

He pointed a finger at Yvonne, his voice shaking with rage. “You little brat! My mother invited you back to the James house out of kindness. Don't you dare push your luck!”

“I am pushing my luck. What are you going to do about it?” Yvonne sneered, completely unafraid of him.

As Mr. James Sr.'s youngest and most doted-on son, Joshua had always gotten his way in the James family. No one dared to cross him.

The original Yvonne had been terrified of this uncle; even his illegitimate son used to bully her.

But Yvonne was not her predecessor. She had no intention of coddling him.

“I'm pushing my luck, so what are you going to do?” she repeated, slapping his pointing hand away.

She did it with practiced skill, hitting the pressure point between his thumb and index finger. A numbing sensation shot up his entire arm, rendering it useless.

“I heard that the recent partnership between the James and Taylor families was your brilliant idea, Mr. Joshua James,” Yvonne said mockingly. “A multi-billion dollar project where you gave the Taylors such a generous cut that you didn't make a single penny. All because you hoped one of their sons would marry your daughter, Letitia. Too bad none of them were interested.”

She didn't follow business news closely, but she occasionally picked up tidbits about Istra's high society from Bennett.

Seeing the thunderous look on her husband's face, Mrs. James Sr. quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Your uncle only meant well. He's doing everything he can to help the girls in this family marry well. It's just a shame Letitia isn't as beautiful or as smart as you. Yvonne, dear, you have James blood in your veins, too. You're a part of this family. If you help the James family, and the family prospers, you'll prosper too.”

“I've never taken a sip of water or a bite of food from the James family that wasn't owed to my mother. Your money isn't mine, and the company isn't mine. Whether the James family thrives or fails has nothing to do with me,” Yvonne retorted.

“Help the James family secure a partnership with the Thompsons, and I'll give you five… no, ten percent of the company's shares,” Mr. James Sr. said, realizing she couldn't be fooled. This time, he was putting a serious offer on the table.

“My dear, isn't ten percent a bit much? Yvonne is just a granddaughter, and she'll be marrying into another family. If you give her ten percent, won't you have to give Letitia the same? As the head of this family, you have to be fair.”