Joe’s voice came to an abrupt stop.
Everyone still in the Turner Group building exchanged looks—they had clearly thought of the same thing.
—Just fifteen minutes ago, the Morris family had acted high and mighty and driven Selina away. When Selina said they’d end up begging her, everyone had treated it as a joke.
But now... it had actually come to the point where the Morris family was asking for her.
Joe opened his mouth, but couldn’t bring himself to swallow his pride. His face flushed red, and several times he almost spoke, only to stop himself.
He stammered, "Selina... it’s n-not what you think..."
"Oh? Then what is it?" Selina asked quietly.
Joe could only choke on his words. "I didn’t know Hannah would be so bold... that she would... that she would deceive even me and Angela. Now that I know these designs are Victoria’s, o-of course I want you to take charge..."
Selina gave a short, mocking laugh. "Have me take charge of the collaboration? Will Grandma Morris agree? Will Angela? Let’s not kid ourselves, Chairman Morris—your family doesn’t exactly need this daughter. Better find someone else for the job. I think Angela will do just fine."
On the other end of the line, silence. Both Grandma Morris and Angela looked visibly unpleasant.
...Did Selina think they wanted this? That they were so pathetic they’d beg her to come back?
No—it was only because Turner Group had specifically demanded Selina.
"Oh." Selina’s tone shifted as if she’d just realized something. "So Turner Group insisted I be the one to handle this, and without me they’ll cancel the deal. But here’s the problem, Chairman Morris—I told you before, once I leave, I’m not coming back. Even if you kneel and beg, the answer’s still no. This conversation is over."
She was about to hang up when Joe, panicked and red-faced, blurted out in guilt, "I really didn’t know, Selina..."
Grandma Morris was about to explode. She had hated Victoria and her daughter all her life, and now to see her own son groveling like this—it made her furious.
But she hadn’t expected that Joe’s begging wouldn’t be the most humiliating part. The worst was—
Selina’s slow, deliberate voice, clear enough for everyone present to hear:
"However, I’m not unreasonable. Chairman Morris, my mother’s designs ended up in Hannah’s hands, and the entire Morris family covered it up. I don’t believe Hannah acted alone—someone else must have been involved. Otherwise, how would my mother’s designs, stored in your family’s possession, end up with Hannah?"
"My demand isn’t even that high. All I want is for the person who orchestrated this to... kneel and apologize to me. Then I’ll forgive the Morris family and agree to the collaboration."
The room went still.
...The orchestrator, apologize?
Of course this wasn’t simple. Hannah’s plagiarism and theft of Victoria’s credit was one thing—but who had instructed her, encouraged her, and helped her pull it off?
Was it Grandma Morris, whose authority in the family was untouchable? Or was it Angela, newly returned and basking in favor? Or perhaps... both?
The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point. Selina’s condition was something Grandma Morris could never accept.
She immediately snapped, "Kneel and apologize to you? Keep dreaming!"
Angela’s face went pale, her voice trembling. "Sister, Grandma is an elder, how could you—"
"I never said the apology was non-negotiable," Selina replied evenly. "Don’t get worked up, Grandma Morris. We can just call the whole deal off instead."
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