Chapter 417

She should have known better—impulse was the devil.

If only she had swallowed her pride and focused on her pregnancy, the baby wouldn't have...

Linda Lombardi frowned. "Nathan Evans won't budge. We can't even get a meeting."

Tyler Lombardi's blood boiled.

Five million was within reach, but they'd foolishly demanded fifty instead. Were they trying to sabotage themselves?

He shot his mother a sidelong glance, irritation flashing in his eyes.

Still, he asked, "What now?"

Linda's gaze turned ruthless. "We're broke anyway. Might as well burn everything down."

At dawn the next day, they returned to Evans Corporation.

The main entrance was tightly guarded—no chance of entry.

Then Tyler spotted a fire escape on the building's side.

The door was camouflaged by a massive advertisement, blending seamlessly into the wall.

It led straight to any floor.

But—

No elevator.

Thirty flights of stairs.

"Mom... maybe we should try something else?" Tyler swallowed hard.

Linda sneered. "Climb. Each floor is worth two hundred grand. You in or not?"

Suddenly, Tyler found his motivation.

For that kind of money, he'd crawl.

Fifty minutes later—

The pair stood gasping on the top floor.

Linda whipped out a wrench and smashed the fire door open.

Under stunned stares, she wailed: "Nathan Evans, you heartless bastard! You made my daughter miscarry! Give us justice or I'll die right here!"

"Someone judge this! Can rich people just trample widows and orphans?"

"If you won't let us live, I'll jump and haunt you forever!"

Her cries echoed down the empty hallway.

Too bad the soundproofing was excellent—no one else heard.

This floor housed only Nathan's inner circle. Who'd dare speak up?

Linda kept screeching.

Secretaries exchanged uneasy glances.

Until—

She actually climbed onto a windowsill.

Panic finally set in.

She couldn't die here.

An office door swung open.

Nathan stood there, cold eyes fixed on Linda perched by the window and Tyler's half-hearted attempts to "stop" her.

"Finished performing?"

"You want money?"

"Get in."

He turned without another word, his back rigid with finality.