Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 128

Arthur flinched violently. "Amber..."

"Dad, if Grace can't even pass a simple seven-day test, do you really think waiting for her has any meaning?"

Arthur fell deep into thought.

Amber knew forcing her father's hand like this was harsh, but he was too soft. If she didn't push him, he would never make a tough call. Plus, Amber felt it was finally time for her father to see Lucian's mother for exactly what she was.

"Dad, it's just seven days. If Grace truly cares about you the way you care about her, this won't be an issue at all. Don't you want to know how real her feelings actually are?"

Arthur clenched his fists. It would be a lie to say he didn't want to know.

He might be poor and easily pushed around, but he was still a man.

He wanted his dignity.

"Alright, Amber. It's a deal."

Seven days. Just seven days. If Grace actually signed the papers, they would live their lives together. If not... Arthur bit his lip—even if he was just a laborer, he was going to be a respected one.

Amber smiled. "It's a promise, Dad. Go to bed, it's getting late."

Arthur could finally sleep.

Whatever the outcome, the heavy burden on his chest had lifted.

Amber went to bed as well. Before falling asleep, she pulled out the smartphone she had essentially extorted from Sharif today.

She wondered if he was off work yet.

She thought about sending him a quick text, but it felt unnecessary; the PI was definitely reporting her every move to him.

It wasn't exactly freeloading, right? He was the one who said he had her back!

Never mind, she wouldn't text him. It was better to keep her distance from him in this life.

Yet, Sharif's image kept flashing through her mind—rushing in with a baseball bat to save her, missing his flight in the process.

She hated owing favors. She had owed him too much in her past life. In this one, she’d pay him back by making him a ton of money.

Amber stared at the screen, opened her messaging app, and typed in Sharif’s number. She had his contact info memorized. But after typing it in, she deleted it.

That old fox probably thinks I'm totally heartless, doesn't he?

Whatever. Being heartless was fine. In this life, she’d just embrace it.

Meanwhile, Sharif wasn't off work. To be precise, he was still sitting in the airport lounge.

His business in Country A was wrapped up, but things in Riverport were still pending.

Losing a few hours today meant he’d have to squeeze his schedule tightly tomorrow.

Julian had finished the check-in process and returned to the lounge, only to find Sharif staring at his phone instead of reviewing documents.

For a moment, Julian felt like he had discovered a new continent. "Sir, did the associates here send over the new quotes?"

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