Chapter 456

“Besides, he left with nothing. You know better than I do what happened to all his assets… So this three hundred million,” Janet said, clenching her fists, her voice firm, “don’t you think I’m entitled to it?”
If her father were still alive and running the Wilcox Group, a few hundred million would be nothing. But alas, Trent’s incompetent father had ruined everything.
“You’re an illegitimate child! What right do you have to the family inheritance?” Trent, infuriated, dropped the act and slammed his hands on the table. “Janet, don’t make me do this the hard way.”
“Sign this agreement, and I’ll give you two million. Otherwise Trent leaned across the table, his face menacingly close to hers. “Don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Janet, who had always been gentle and avoided conflict, had never been in a situation like this. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. But then she thought of Juniper, who had promised she would be there for her. With that thought, Janet managed to hide her fear.
“Go ahead and try,” Janet retorted, clenching her jaw.
With that defiant last word, she turned and strode away.
Trent was left standing there, his face pale with rage. So she wanted to play tough? Fine. He wouldn’t show any mercy.
Trent took out his phone and made a call. “Starting today, keep an eye on Janet and her mother. Find an opportunity… I don’t want them alive.”
Once Janet was dead, there would be no heir to Orville’s will, and the inheritance would naturally revert to them.
…
In the car, Janet gulped down water, her body still shaking.
“You were that scared,” Juniper said, wiping Janet’s mouth with a tissue.
Listening to the conversation between Trent and the hitman through her earpiece, she smirked. “The show is about to begin.”
While they were having coffee, Juniper had hacked into Trent’s phone and installed a listening device, recording his every move.
The father evades taxes and hires hitmen, and the son follows suit. Like father like son. Ezra and Trent were looking at thirty years minimum. And then there were Deirdre and Yelena… she just needed to give them a little push.
…
The next day, after finishing Harold’s treatment, Juniper deliberately chose a
secluded path home, one with no security cameras.
Sure enough, she hadn’t gone far before a beat-up van screeched to a halt in front of her. Four menacing men got out.
“Are you Juniper Payne?” the leader, a large man, asked, looking down at her as he brandished a dagger.
Juniper remained calm, slowly popping a piece of candy into her mouth as she scanned each of them. “Kidnappers?”
“Huh? Yeah!” The four kidnappers, caught off guard by her response, answered instinctively.
“Cut the crap and get in the van,” the leader said, regaining his composure. “You’d better not scream, or I’ll kill you.”
“I’m not screaming,” Juniper replied,
nonchalantly a
the knife at have
Sat. “I’ll cooperate, but
three conditions content belongs.
“What?” one of the goons asked, craning his neck in curiosity. This was the first time
they’d ever had such a cooperative victim.
Juniper calmly listed her terms:
“First, I get carsick, so I have to sit in the front passenger seat.”
“Second, connect my phone to the Bluetooth and play my playlist.”
“Third Juniper glanced at the stra
shaped goon to her right.
“Keep his face out of my sight.
have a thing about ugliness,