The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 124

Whatever. Overthinking it was useless. She would just take things one step at a time.

Claire stepped out of the bathroom, dried off, and had just curled up on the sofa when her phone started ringing incessantly.

Caller ID: George.

She frowned, hesitating for a moment before finally answering.

"Claire... Claire..." George's trembling, pleading voice drifted through the speaker. "I followed someone into an investment, and I got scammed. The company is gone. I owe a billion dollars in debt. You have to help me, you can't just abandon me."

He sobbed and begged.

Claire remained entirely unmoved.

Back in high school, she had knelt on the floor, begging him not to throw her and her mother out, but he did it anyway, moving Meredith and Cassie right into their home.

Claire's voice was as cold as ice.

"George, we've already severed our relationship."

Seeing her ironclad attitude, George instantly tore off his hypocritical mask.

Furious and shaking, he roared, "Claire, I raised you to adulthood! You have to give me the money."

Claire replied calmly, "I don't have any money."

"How could you not have money?! First you hooked up with Jefferson, and now you're sleeping with the Zimmerman heir! A billion dollars is a drop in the bucket for him!"

"Heh," Claire sneered. "Even if I had it to burn, I wouldn't give it to you. Clean up your own mess."

"Claire, you ungrateful brat—"

Claire hung up the phone and blocked his number.

She did have some money.

Both the Iridescent Prism Silk from Westhaven Mill and the garments from Luna Atelier had steadily started turning a profit.

She opened her financial account and stared at the healthy balance—exactly the fifty million she needed.

George smashed his phone against the wall.

His gaze locked onto Cassie. "At the last banquet, Mr. Hurst had his eye on Claire. If she won't do it, you go!"

Cassie turned ghost-white, shaking violently. "Dad, Mr. Hurst is in his fifties! He's bald, has yellow teeth, and he's a total creep. I... I'm not going!"

Meredith grabbed her daughter's hand. "He has money! He can save the family! You've always eaten the best food and worn the best clothes, and it was all paid for by your father. Now that the family is in trouble, you need to do your part!"

Cassie stared in horror, unable to believe her own mother was pushing her into the fire.

"I won't do it, I won't..." Cassie shook her head frantically. "If you want it done so badly, you go!"

George slapped her hard across the face. "Useless! You're going to sleep with him whether you want to or not. Keep Mr. Hurst happy, and we might be able to squeeze a million or two out of him!"

Meredith lowered her voice. "George, Claire definitely has money. If she won't hand it over willingly, we can force her to."

George nodded vigorously. "You're right. We have to find a way to make her spit out the cash."