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Chapter 202:
Ronald and Wyatt exchanged knowing looks and declared in unison, “Eighty million each.”
“Eighty million? Are you out of your mind?” Katrina jumped up, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Just go rob a bank if you're that desperate!”
Ronald and Wyatt frowned.
“Why the hell are you so worked up, Katrina? This isn’t about you. We're talking to Caiden, not you.”
“These are joint marital assets!” Katrina argued, her voice firm. After years of dedicated service to Caiden, all
she desired was a fair share of the wealth.
“Don’t even dream of getting a penny fromunless | fucking allow it!” Ronald glared at her, jabbing a finger in
her direction.
“What bullshit are you talking about? Joint marital assets? Do you even have any claim to this money? This is the
legacy our former sister-in-law left behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYou have no part in this!”
Katrina stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and shouted, “Anyone who dares touch my family’s fortune
will answer to me. I'll make damn sure you regret it!”
Her shitty past, filled with hunger and hardship, resurfaced, making Katrina tremble. Giving away eighty million
to those leeches felt like signing her own death warrant.
Unperturbed by the prospect of death but terrified of destitution, Ronald advanced, his face defiant, and taunted
her.
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“Go on, do it if you've got the guts! You're nothing but a bitch, Katrina. If you can’t bring yourself to do it today,
that money is as good as mine! What's the matter? Are you scared? Lettell you something—within these
walls of the Harper estate, you're not the one in charge...”
He was cut off mid-sentence as a sinister gleam flashed before his eyes.
“Ah!” Ronald's scream ripped through the air as the knife plunged into him.
Blood spattered everywhere. Then cthe piercing scream of Peyton.
“You fucking bitch! How dare you assault my son! | swear, I'll fight you to my last breath!”
Soon after, the wail of an ambulance filled the estate, rushing the members of the Harper family to emergency
care. Ronald, the knife still embedded in his cheek, was in the gravest condition, his screams barely audible
above the chaos.
Katrina paused at the doorway, her hand tightly clutching the knife, while a piercing cold wind moaned through
the night. Beside her, Joyce shuffled forward, her legs barely supporting her trembling frame. Her voice broke
through her tears as she murmured, “Mom, you attacked Grandma and both uncles. Are you going to be
arrested?”
The knife slipped from Katrina's grasp, clattering to the floor. She slumped against a stone pillar, her gaze
burning with fierce resolve.
“No, your father will protect his image at all costs. If word of this spreads, Harper Group's shares will nosedive.
They'll have to keep quiet.”
She was determined to prove that she was not a woman to be underestimated.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Caiden was overwhelmed by despair. Ronald had sustained the gravest wounds;
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWyatt was writhing in agony from a back injury, and Peyton, having fallen, had broken her arm.
Their cries of pain echoed through the sterile corridors, each one stabbing at Caiden’s conscience. Haunted by
the lifeless look in Katrina's eyes as she brandished the knife, he knew her intent had been lethal. She had truly
been prepared to kill.
Ronald's knife was lodged deep in his cheekbone, requiring its removal, but no specialists were available in the
city. The doctor suggested, “Mr. Harper, perhaps your daughter could help. She's quite worldly and might know
someone who could assist.”
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