After she married into the Dinnigans, he leveraged their influence to run a company. Their slightest favor yielded profits he had never imagined.
Thinking of her lazy, self-indulgent father, Alannah let out a sneer. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
“Alright then. If you’re so insistent, why don’t you resign from the TV network first?”
Quincy watched her face coldly, looking for any crack in her expression.
After all, when she first worked at the network, she’d been doing menial tasks; only after marrying into his family did she become a prime anchor.
She had always valued her career. He thought he could use that to threaten her.
“Quincy,” she said steadily, “I’ll give up everything, but I will see this through until that criminal brother of hers rots in jail.”
He looked at her for a long beat, then made a call in front of her.
“Cancel the case against Salem Wardle. My wife is devastated by her mother’s death; her emotional state is unstable. Don’t believe a single word she says.”
When he hung up, his eyes were dark. “Alannah, I’m giving you a chance to withdraw the case—consider that me being generous. In this city, there’s nothing I can’t accomplish. Now, you will face the consequences of defying me.”
Alannah stared at him in disbelief. Before she could argue, her phone rang.
It was the police station calling.
“Ms. Greensmith, we can only drop the case. Mr. Dinnigan spoke to us. There’s nothing we can do…”
A heavy sense of powerlessness washed over her.
Next, the TV station called.
“Ms. Greensmith, why has Mr. Dinnigan suddenly pulled his sponsorship from the network?”
Her father also sent her a text message.
[Alannah, your mother has passed away. The living must carry on. Make peace with Quincy, and this matter will be over.]
Message after message drained the color from Alannah’s face.
She looked at Quincy and suddenly laughed. At first, it was a small, incredulous smile, then tears began to fall.
For some reason, each tear seemed to tighten something in Quincy’s chest.
His voice dropped. “Alannah, this matter ends here now.”
He paused, then added, “If you don’t want the money, you can ask for something else—as compensation for your mother’s death.”
Her expression cooled incrementally. She wiped her eyes, reached into her bag, and took out a divorce agreement.
“There’s a villa I want,” she said. “Sign it.”