The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 108

A bright, glaring red handprint instantly bloomed across George's face.

He stared at Claire in utter disbelief, a monstrous rage erupting in his eyes.

"You bitch! Are you crazy? You dare lay a hand on me?"

He pointed a trembling finger at Claire, exploding in fury. "Believe me, I'll let your mother die in that hospital right now!"

"You ungrateful wretch! I want the Langford deal, and you're going to get me the Hurst project too, or else..."

"Or else what?" Claire cut him off, her voice devoid of any warmth.

She pulled a sleek, compact recording pen from her purse and pushed a button.

A red light blinked on, and George's greedy, repulsive voice immediately filled the room...

Cassie added fuel to the fire. "Claire, why are you so incredibly paranoid around your own family?"

"Dad is only saying these things for your own good. So what if Mr. Hurst is a bit older? Older men know how to treat a woman right. If you get with him, you'll live a life of absolute luxury. What's wrong with that?"

She stepped closer, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's definitely better than getting dumped by Jefferson Sterling and hopping between random men out on the streets, isn't it?"

Claire shot her a sideways glare. "If you're so desperate for an older man's affection, why don't you marry him?"

"George Jenner, you will be at the hospital tomorrow morning at nine to sign the surgical consent form. Otherwise, this exact recording goes straight to Nathan Langford."

A cold smirk curled on her lips. "If the great Mr. Langford finds out how badly you've been playing him, do you think he'll still want to do business with you?"

"You—"

George completely lost his mind. His eyes went bloodshot as he lunged forward, desperately trying to snatch the recorder from her hand.

"What are you standing there for? Grab the pen!"

Cassie instantly lunged in behind him.

Claire spun around to run, but George grabbed her violently by the wrist.

She clutched the recording pen tightly while Cassie desperately tried to pry her fingers open.

In the sheer chaos, she was violently shoved to the floor.

George bent down, snatched the recording pen, and let out a triumphant, psychotic laugh. "Trying to play games with me? You're too green for this."

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