"When I get back, I’ll definitely have Grandpa teach the Quinn Family a good lesson!" Stella Seymour stomped her foot on the ground.
When had she ever been this humiliated!
"Then you may never get out," lody Thorne stood across from her, dressed elegantly, far surpassing Stella Seymour.
"lody Thorne, you dare to show up! You’re the one who caused this to happen to us. I will never let Grandpa spare your family," Stella Seymour scread.
Imprisoning her was the greatest insult, an insult!
Caleb’s gaze also fell on lody Thorne, different from what he had expected.
They were captured and brought here. lody Thorne should have turned against Jared Quinn, and Jared should be the one letting them out.
"You are now a prisoner," lody Thorne reminded her. "If you are so eager to go back and complain to the Seymour Family, Jared might as well release news saying you accidentally died, drowned yourself in the river. Wouldn’t that be better, just get it over with!"
"Ah, lody Thorne," Stella Seymour scread. "You’re so vicious, you won’t even spare your own family. You are not fit to be part of the Seymour Family!"
"Caleb, do you see this? This is the woman you uphold and support. Every word she says sides with Jared Quinn. Do you still expect her to go back with you?"
Caleb stood up, his face paler. "You’ve changed your mind, haven’t you?"
He had guessed it from the mont she walked in.
"It’s not that I’ve changed my mind; it’s just that now I see Jared Quinn is really good. I will return to the Seymour Family, but this requires so discussion between Jared Quinn and ."
Jared Quinn must understand the Seymour Family better than she does. She can’t just recklessly go back.
"In the end, it’s all for a man!" Stella Seymour snorted coldly.
"Seems like you have no desire to get out of here," lody Thorne took two steps forward, scrutinizing her. "And indeed, with you living so comfortably now, it’s understandable you don’t want to go back!"
Those words were like a thorn piercing Stella Seymour’s heart. She didn’t want to stay here, not at all. She wanted to get out imdiately, take a good bath, and have a sweet sleep instead of being stuck with Caleb all day, slling this awful stench!
"I want out, lody Thorne! You must let out," Stella Seymour scread. "If you let out now, maybe I won’t tell Grandpa after all!"
"Want out now? Fine," lody Thorne took a contract from her bag and handed it to Stella Seymour. "This is a confidentiality agreent. Look carefully. If you dare to break it, the man next to you, Rhys, will belong to . And whatever I want him to do, he’ll do!"
Rhys was the man Stella Seymour adored the most. He was the one who pushed her up, otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it. Without Rhys, she might quickly fall from her position as an heir.
"Impossible! If he belongs to you, what about Caleb?" Stella Seymour’s face changed.
She still wanted to tell Grandpa about this. How could she sign that contract?
"It’s okay if you don’t sign," lody Thorne took out another contract and placed it in front of her. "This is your death certificate, and it’s due to an accident—falling into the sea. There’s also a doctor’s examination report, a full set. I can guarantee no one will find out if it’s real or fake. By then, your body will be burned to ash. Do you think anyone will figure out who did it?"
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