That teary, desperate plea from Aubrey–streamed live across the nation–struck a nerve with millions.
Within seconds, the comment section exploded.
“This is hell. The younger sister’s begging for her life, and the older one’s just lying in a damn jail cell doing nothing?!”
‘Rowan Carter is inhuman. Straight–up a monster. That’s her sister, for God’s sake!”
“I’m disgusted. How did this woman even become Chief Engineer? Investigate everything!”
“Go save her already! Every second counts!”
The hate poured in like a tidal wave, drowning me in curses and condemnation.
Right on cue. Theresa seized the moment.
She dropped to her knees again–only this time, not in front of me, but directly in view of the press cameras now
stationed outside the precinct.
Tears streamed down her face. Her voice was guttural, raw with grief.
“Please… Rowan… if you’ll just agree to save Aubrey…”
“She–she’ll sign over the entire Carter family inheritance to you. Everything. We’ll walk away with nothing.”
As she spoke, she pulled out a document from her bag–clearly prepared ahead of time.
A legal inheritance relinquishment form.
Aubrey’s signature was already on it.
All it needed was my consent.
Bravo.
She played the part of the selfless mother to perfection–willing to give up everything for her daughter.
I looked at her and smiled.
Then, with the entire crowd watching in stunned silence, I sald two simple words.
“Alright, then.”
Theresa froze, clearly not expecting me to agree.
I crooked a finger at her. “Bring it here. Let me take a look.”
She hesitated–but then slipped the document through the gap in the bars,
I held it in my hands, pretending to examine it carefully, then nodded.
Looks legit. Very sincere.”
Her eyes lit up with barely concealed triumph. “So–so you’ll go now?”
I tossed the papers onto the table and leaned casually back against the wall.
“I said I’d consider it.”
“Didn’t say when.”
Her smile dropped. Just like that.
“You–You’re playing me?!”
I closed my eyes and ignored her completely.
Another thirty minutes passed.
Every second was hell for those trapped beneath the sea.
And for Richard? No better.
He finally reached into his last bag of tricks.
He stepped up to the bars, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, and ground out his words like broken glass.
“Rowan…”
“If you go now–if you leave right this second to rescue your sister-
I’ll sign over sixty percent of Carter Dynamics to you.”
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