Chapter 730

Chapter 730:
Stella had always promised herself she would buy that land someday, making sure the house would always belong to her.
Marc hadn’t forgotten how much that house meant to Stella.
And Stella knew it too, which was why she wanted to fight for it one last time. “Mr. Glyn, you should at least review our proposal. Just to be sure…”
Before she could say more, Mr. Glyn stood up and cut her off. “Ms. Gilbert, I’d love to, but I have other things to attend to. Hopefully, we’ll get to work together down the road!”
With that, he and his team filed out, leaving the room suddenly empty except for Stella and Marc.
Stella sat across from Marc, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass. “Marc, what are you scheming this time?”
She could write off those previous projects he had snatched away, but this plot of land—she was absolutely determined to claim it by any means necessary.
It wasn’t just about business—it was personal. Her adoptive parents’ house stood right in the middle of that project site.
Marc reclined in his seat with infuriating arrogance, a slow chuckle curling off his lips. “Stel, don’t get so riled up. This is business. You win some, you lose some. You can’t blame me for playing by the rules.”
Then he pretended to remember something, snapping his fingers dramatically. “Oh, right… isn’t your old house on that land?” His smile turned wicked. “You know how urban reconstruction works—knock it down and build something shiny. That crumbling little place…”
Stella’s breath hitched. Every nerve in her body screamed that he knew exactly what he was doing.
Marc watched her face drain of color, then leaned forward with a leer. “But because I’m a sentimental guy… I’ll give you a choice. Beg me—and maybe I’ll spare it. How about that?”
He wasn’t negotiating. He was humiliating her.
“Marc, you’re despicable!” Stella ground out through clenched teeth.
Instead of being angered, Marc smirked. “Despicable? Stella, don’t act so noble. That house means everything to you, right? Then get on your knees and beg. Otherwise, watch it turn to rubble.”
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧
With that, he picked up his briefcase and sauntered out triumphantly, not even sparing her another glance.
As the conference room door slammed shut, a bitter chill swallowed Stella whole.
That house wasn’t just bricks and wood—it was her sanctuary. When her adoptive parents passed away, that place kept her alive.
On countless sleepless nights of failed experiments and merciless skepticism, she would slip back to that house just to breathe.
Her adoptive father’s paintings still hung on those faded walls. The oak tree her mother had planted still cast a familiar shadow in the backyard. That home held all her warmth and longing.
Marc knew that—and still twisted the knife.
But Stella gritted her teeth. She wasn’t going to fold. Yes, the Walsh Group had secured the redevelopment rights, but they still needed consent from the current property owners before they could demolish anything—and that deed had her name written clearly on it.
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