The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 125

Late at night, in Jefferson's private apartment.

The air was thick with the scent of their passion.

Yvonne lay in bed, wrapping her arms around Jefferson's waist from behind. "Jefferson, what are you looking at?"

The man stared at the message from Claire on his screen.

[Tomorrow at 11 AM, the café downstairs at Sterling Holdings. We need to talk.]

A slow, triumphant smile curled onto his lips.

She managed to hold out for four months before caving. His little songbird had some backbone, but in the end, she still had to come crawling back.

Yvonne followed his gaze and saw the name on the screen. Her smile instantly froze.

Claire?!

She had finally seduced Jefferson into taking her, and they were practically on the verge of tying the knot.

And now, of all times, Claire was popping back up.

Playing dumb, she asked, "Jefferson, is it business?"

"No." Jefferson locked his phone, his tone casual but unable to mask his sheer smugness. "Just a minor issue. Go to sleep."

Yvonne's heart sank. Her red lips tightened as a wave of intense jealousy churned in her eyes.

Jefferson stared out the window, his mood skyrocketing thanks to that single message.

Tomorrow, she would definitely be begging for his help.

And when the time came, he wasn't going to let her off the hook easily.

After all, who else besides him could fix the massive mess her family was in? He was going to make sure she realized that leaving him was the stupidest decision she had ever made.

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The next day, in the café below Sterling Holdings.

Claire was dressed simply, her long hair tied back loosely, her radiant complexion completely bare of makeup.

Jefferson arrived quite a bit late before finally pushing the doors open.

"Termination? Claire, do you even know what you're saying? Do you think the penalty clause in your contract is just for show? Fifty million dollars. Do you have it?"

Claire didn't answer. Calmly, she pulled a check from her bag and laid it flat on the table.

The number on the check was exactly fifty million.

Jefferson's eyes locked onto the digits, his pupils shrinking violently.

He snapped his head up, glaring at Claire with absolute disbelief.

"Where did you get this money?!"

"That's none of your business." Claire pulled her hand back, her tone breezy. "From this day forward, we have absolutely nothing to do with each other. That includes our professional ties."

Overcome with agitation, Jefferson abruptly stood up.

He marched around the table and seized Claire's wrist.

"Claire, Nathan gave you this money, didn't he?! You'd rather be a fucking dog on his leash than bow your head to me?! You're out of your mind!"