Seeing them, Beatrice and Gill immediately stiffened, their earlier arrogance completely gone.
Lana glanced toward them briefly before speaking in a calm, decisive tone.
"I am not your daughter," she said. "And you already know that."
Her gaze sharpened.
"If you push me any further, I will expose everything."
With that, she turned around and walked back toward the mansion without another glance.
Behind her, Beatrice and Gill clenched their fists tightly, their faces dark with frustration.
When they had come here, they had been full of expectations.
They had imagined walking away with at least a hundred million dollars.
But now... not only had Lana seen through them, they could not even dare to ask for forty thousand.
Taking a deep breath, they helped their stunned son to his feet.
Harold still looked dazed.
Back in their cramped apartment,the moment they entered, Harold threw himself onto the couch, frustration written all over his face.
