He Killed My Mother,Now I Control His Fortune
Chapter 5
“I can't approve the Whitney claim. The commercial status of his unit is questionable, and the fire thirty years ago was never properly investigated.”
Director Lambert didn't even glance at the file.
He stared straight at me.
“Do you have any idea what's happening online right now?”
“Ronald's wife is a local influencer. Hundreds of thousands of followers. She livestreamed the whole thing.”
“It's already trending.”
“'Demolition official forces elderly cancer patient to his knees.'”
“'Pregnant woman begs for family's lifeline compensation.'”
“The entire internet is tearing us apart!”
He turned to the finance officer.
“The Whitney claim. Original terms. Expedite it.”
The finance officer froze for a second, then nodded.
When the red seal stamped down, something detonated inside my skull.
Minutes later, Ronald's phone buzzed.
He looked down, then shouted：
“It's here! Dad! The money's in!”
“$486,000, every last cent!”
Everyone in the conference room exhaled.
Geoffrey was still on his knees.
He lifted his head slowly and looked at me.
Then he braced himself against the table and stood.
The man who'd been gasping for his last breath a minute ago now had a straight back and steady legs.
He bowed to Director Lambert first.
“Thank you, sir. I knew the people in charge would be reasonable.”
Then Geoffrey walked over to me.
The tears on his face hadn't dried, but his eyes were completely different.
He leaned close to my ear and laughed, low and quiet.
“I thought you looked familiar. You're the James family brat.”
Every muscle in my body locked.
He recognized me.
“Thirty years, and you're still hung up on your mommy's little accident?”
“Pathetic woman. Burned head to toe and still wouldn't die. Had to throw herself off the building instead. The sound she made when she hit the ground.”
“Splat.”
“I can still hear it.”
My fingers clenched so hard the knuckles cracked.
Geoffrey saw. It made him happier.
“Want revenge?”
“Too bad.”
He patted his pocket.
“Money's in the account.”
“Four hundred eighty-six thousand. Every cent.”
“Your dad's been rotting in that bed for thirty years. Your mom's ashes have been cold for just as long. You waited all this time, and all you get to do is watch me cash out.”
“Your mother deserved to die.”
“If she were alive to see me collect this check, she'd probably jump again.”
Geoffrey stared into my eyes, his face folding into deep creases as he grinned.
He brushed past me and tossed out one last line：
“Think you can touch me?”
“Maybe next life.”
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