Chapter 8
Emily bit her lip, timidly tugging Robert’s arm.
She traced words into his palm: “Robert, please… We wronged Sarah… Sarah, I’m sorry…”
Her pregnant belly prominent, she bowed slightly toward me. I caught the fleeting annoyance in Robert’s eyes and his indifference to Emily’s movements.
Something’s off.
“That’s all in the past,” I replied coldly, turning to leave. Suddenly, my feet left the ground–Michael had scooped me up!
“Michael! Put me down!” I struggled.
He looked down at me, backlight gilding his sharp profile, yet his eyes held their usual mockery. “Stupid woman, you can barely stand.”
Carrying me away, he ignored Robert’s furious gaze.
Michael’s bedroom felt more like an icy command center. A servant brought new clothes from my usual top dark–style brands.
“You investigated me?” I gave a cold stare as he removed his jacket, revealing a lean but toned torso.
“You think becoming ‘Michael’s fiancée‘ is something any trash picked off the street can manage?”
I didn’t grasp his meaning but changed clothes anyway.
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During the dinner, Arthur Thompson presided at the head of the table, exuding authority without speaking.
Robert raised his glass, forcing down his aggression.
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“Your estate radiates grandeur, Mr. Thompson. This junior toasts you.” He drained his cup.
Arthur didn’t even glance his way. Instead, he turned to me with rarely seen gentleness.
“Sarah, thank you for humoring this reckless boy. He’s wild—please bear with him.”
The man controlling nearly a third of the world’s arms and energy supply was personally toasting me.
The entire table froze.
I steadied myself. “You’re too kind, Uncle.
Arthur scanned the room. Though his volume remained low, the pressure suffocated.
“Today, I’ll announce something. Sarah is now the Thompson family’s recognized daughter–in–law.”
“Regarding the Miller business…” His gaze turned icy. ” …ensure no pests
bother her.”
The entire room was shocked, followed by a flood of flattery. The crystal glass in Robert’s hand groaned under the pressure.
“Mr. Thompson.!” Robert suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse, “Sarah is my wife! She can’t be the Thompson family’s daughter–in–law!”
The room fell into dead silence.
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Arthur finally looked up, his gaze as if looking at an insignificant ant.
“You?” Michael said slowly, swirling his glass, a cold curve lifting the corner of his mouth, “Are you worthy?”
Robert completely lost control, staring at me with bloodshot eyes.
“Sarah! You say it yourself! Are you coming with me, or that terminally ill man who won’t last more than a few days?”
Smash!
Arthur’s glass shattered on the floor, his gaze sharp as a knife.
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Michael, however, let out a low laugh. He stood up, walked to the center of the hall, the light falling on him.
He took out a sealed medical file and opened it in front of everyone.
‘Who said I won’t live long?” He pulled out the report, showing it to everyone, yet his gaze locked onto me.
“My terminal illness was ‘cured‘ by Sarah.”
The room erupted!
Recovered from ALS?
“Michael! What did you say?!” Arthur’s voice lost its composure for the
first time.
The report circulated rapidly, its conclusive “recovered” verdict stunning all.
Only I felt suspicion growing inside–that precise serum was far too
coincidental.
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Michael stopped looking at anyone. Facing me, he kneeled on one knee. A rare black diamond ring, cut to perfection and at least ten carats, lay quietly in his palm, refracting abyssal light.
“I know you may not trust me now.” His voice pierced the silence.
“Marry me. Our families are connected, sharing glory and shame. My father will sign immediately–half of the Thompson family’s business under your name. Vows are bullshit. Interest is the eternal chain. Sarah, are you willing to bet?”
Robert’s eyes blazed with fury. “Sarah! You’re mine! Come back!”
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I looked at the black diamond in Michael’s palm, then at Robert’s contorted face.
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The gunshots of my past life, my parents‘ mangled limbs, the icy humiliation….. all tangled with this bloodstained yet powerful scepter before me.
Slowly I reached out, my fingertips icy cold, but my voice unnervingly calm,
“I bet, Michael.”
