The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 745

"Let me tell you something, Josiah!" Hackett snaps. "I've been begging on my hands and knees and couldn't get a dime out of anyone. Now someone is practically handing me two hundred million. Why the hell wouldn't I take it?"

Without Langley's two hundred million, there wouldn't even be a Sloan Group in the future. Josiah is obsessing over a hypothetical goldmine while ignoring the massive pile of cash sitting right in front of them.

Josiah stares at his father's stubborn, short-sighted face. A deep sense of disappointment and mockery flickers in his eyes.

Why can't Hackett see it? Given everything they've done to Leilani, Callahan is going to make sure that however they swallow this two hundred million, they're going to vomit it right back up.

But there's no point in explaining this to Hackett. The man is completely blinded.

Josiah takes a slow breath, his voice returning to its usual composed, detached tone. "Since you've made your decision, I have nothing left to say. I just hope this two hundred million actually buys you the future you're banking on."

He looks away, locking his eyes on the changing numbers of the elevator display. His profile is tense, and he doesn't say another word.

Hackett is furious at his son's dismissive attitude, but the euphoria of the impending cash injection suppresses his anger. He lets out a cold huff and turns his head away.

Silence stretches between them.

The elevator chimes at the basement parking level. The doors slide open, and Josiah steps out first, not waiting for his father as he walks directly to his car. Hackett glares at his son's back, opens his mouth, but ultimately says nothing. He storms off in the opposite direction, his face dark.

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