"Adrian Vance!" My voice sliced through the air. "You spent *three years* planning this for Sara Graves. Do you want all that effort to go to waste? Do you want to kill your child?"
"The moment I walk out of this room and scream that Bubu and Xixi are the children you used to entrap me, you and Sara will be destroyed. Branded as monsters. And those children will be pariahs for the rest of their lives."
I lifted my chin.
"You know me. I'm a nobody with no father to love her and nothing left to lose. There is *nothing* I won't do."
The veins on his forehead pulsed. He glared at me, hesitating.
I tapped the screen. Another video began to play.
A small baby lay beside a filthy dumpster. His cries were weak now. Fading.
I chuckled.
"Who knows what's lurking nearby? Rats? Wild dogs? If they get hungry enough..."
Adrian snapped.
He grabbed my shoulders, his voice grinding through clenched teeth.
"Hailey Henson. You are *ruthless*. Fine. I agree."
A pause.
"One more condition. Help me get my father to accept Sara into the family. I'll give you the shares immediately."
A bleak, broken smile twisted my lips.
Even now—with his son's life supposedly hanging by a thread—he was still negotiating for *her*.
He never forgot to plan for Sara.
I looked him dead in the eye.
"Sign the papers. Then you get your son."
As I walked out with the signed agreement in my hand, a bitter smile curved my lips.
I wondered—when the day came that Adrian Vance had nothing left, would he and Sara Graves still be so inseparable?
The moment Adrian nervously took the child from the nurse, I was already sitting in Ava's car.
"Ava!" I laughed—loud, hollow, nothing reaching my eyes. "We just made two billion dollars. My treat. Drive to the Royal Club. I want the most expensive suite and eight male models."
Ava frowned, her gaze heavy with concern.
"Hailey... if you're hurting, just cry. You don't need to—"
I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye and slapped the equity transfer agreement onto her lap.
"I'm not sad. Look at this. Three years of marriage in exchange for a twenty percent stake worth two billion. Who else is that valuable?"
My voice dropped.
"Before my mom died, she told me: never trust men. Money is a woman's only eternal support."
Ava nodded slowly. Then she slammed on the gas and sped toward the Royal Club.