Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 541

"Adrian, let's make a deal. Sell Fiona Quinn to me. What do you say?"

Adrian had barely hung up on Shane Porter when Roxanne called.

"What scheme are you brewing now?"

Adrian's immediate instinct was that this was a trap.

"You don't need to worry about my motives. Fiona is useless to you now.

From what I gather, you don't care much for her anymore. Why not hand her over to me? I can repurpose her, and you can get a handsome payout in return.

Think about it!"

"I'm not exactly hurting for cash."

It wasn't that Adrian had suddenly developed a conscience; he had simply experienced the viciousness of Porter Entertainment firsthand. If Roxanne was making this offer, it couldn't be anything good.

"What if she's willing to go?"

With her company in crisis, Roxanne desperately needed manpower. Fiona had spent years inside the Mercer Group and undoubtedly held valuable secrets about Mira.

Furthermore, holding Fiona gave Roxanne immense leverage over Mara.

"If Fiona is willing, I won't stop her," Adrian replied.

In his mind, there was no way Fiona would agree. She was paralyzed and bedridden. Staying in the Mercer estate was her only guarantee of a stable life.

If she lost her usefulness, the ruthless Porters would toss her to the curb without a second thought.

To his surprise, Roxanne arrived that very afternoon. She leaned in, whispering something into Fiona's ear, and the paralyzed woman immediately agreed to leave.

As she was being prepared for transport, Adrian looked at her. "Are you really willing to go with her?"

Fiona offered a bitter, mocking smile. "She's willing to pay the bail to get Mara out."

While you, her biological father, refused to lift a finger.

Before Adrian could finish, Shane's assistant, Allen, stepped up from behind and pressed a damp handkerchief over Adrian's nose. In seconds, his muscles went completely slack, his strength draining away.

He had been too careless. The moment Shane walked through the door, Adrian should have known it was a trap. He never should have let Fiona leave.

With effortless cruelty, Shane grabbed Adrian's limp hand, forced his thumb onto the inkpad, and pressed his fingerprint onto the document. He then instructed Allen to forge the signature.

Adrian remained completely conscious, his mind sharp, but his body was hopelessly paralyzed. He could do nothing but watch.

"This is all I have left to survive on. Why won't you let it go?"

Shane feigned a look of deep agony, furrowing his brow. "But I don't even have scraps to survive on. Have some pity on me."

"You... you..."

Adrian glared at Shane, stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Shane turned to leave, took one step toward the door, then paused. He looked back at Adrian and slowly withdrew his foot.