As she passed through the living room, the girl shot a glance at Rebecca, who was lounging on the sofa.
Daniel really could change his attitude in a heartbeat—one moment cold, the next fawning. She had expected to find some sort of seductive vixen here.
But this Rebecca? She was nothing special.
Plain and uninspired.
Not even half as alluring as herself.
Daniel’s taste in women was truly abysmal.
While the girl sized up Rebecca, Rebecca looked up and met her gaze, her eyes brimming with mockery.
So what if she was pretty?
So what if she shared Daniel’s bed?
In Daniel’s heart, she would always be the most important one. She didn’t even need to lift a finger—Daniel, that fool, would move mountains for her if she so much as hinted.
Three minutes later.
Daniel emerged from the bedroom, dressed and composed, and poured Rebecca a glass of water.
“Thank you, Daniel,” Rebecca said, taking the glass with both hands.
“You’re welcome.” Daniel hesitated, then asked, “Rebecca, is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”
At his words, Rebecca broke down in tears. “Daniel…”
“What’s wrong?” Seeing her cry, Daniel’s heart ached.
Rebecca threw her arms around him, sobbing. “Daniel, someone’s targeting our family. We’re on the brink of bankruptcy… Daniel, what am I supposed to do?”
Rebecca was no fool. Since fate hadn’t thrown her into Daniel’s path, she’d come to him herself—and with the situation this dire, there was no point beating around the bush.
Daniel stiffened for a second, then tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Rebecca. You’re a good person—your family isn’t going to go under. I’ll help you.”
“Really?” Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Daniel reached out and gently wiped her cheeks. “Really. Don’t cry, Rebecca. Something like this isn’t worth your tears.”
Touched, Rebecca hugged him tighter. “Thank you, Daniel.” Out of his line of sight, a sly, venomous smile curved Rebecca’s lips. Daniel was as reliable a stepping stone as ever.
“Of course.”
Rebecca went on, “By the way, Daniel, could you help me find out who’s after the Morris Group?”
“Absolutely. Even if you hadn’t asked, I’d already be looking into it.” He was itching to see who dared challenge his authority.
Didn’t they know the Morris Group had him backing them?
Rebecca knew Daniel would fight her battles for her.
Ten minutes later.
Daniel’s phone rang again—it was his secretary. “Is everything done?”
The secretary hesitated. “I’m sorry, Mr. Robinson, but your position has been revoked by the chairman. You currently have no authority to invest in the Morris Group or sign off on company partnerships.”
“What did you say?” Daniel couldn’t believe his ears.
The secretary repeated his words.
Only then did Daniel realize he hadn’t misheard. He immediately dialed his father, Jake Robinson.
He didn’t bother hiding his frustration. “Why did you strip me of my position?”
Jake exploded. “You’ve got some nerve asking me that! Have you even thought about the mess you’ve made since you got to Cloudcrest? All you do is party and chase women! You lost half a billion last time, and now you want to throw more money at the Morris Group? My money isn’t for funding your little flings!”
With that, Jake slammed the phone down.
Daniel tried calling back, but all he got was a busy signal.
He’d been blocked—cut off completely.
Daniel was Jake’s youngest son, spoiled and indulged since he was a child. His father had always turned a blind eye to his antics.
So why, this time, had Jake pulled the plug on him?
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