Liam Winston's face turned ashen with rage.
He never expected Sophia Sullivan to become so formidable. The obedient wife from his memories had transformed into someone unrecognizable.
It seemed blood would have to be spilled.
"If you agree to this request, we'll not only provide financial support but also transfer 5% of Winston Group's shares," Liam forced out through gritted teeth. "Besides, you might need the Winston family's help in the future."
He believed the offer was more than generous.
The entire Winston family owed her a debt. What more could she possibly want?
Sophia's lips curled into a cold smirk.
Judging by Liam's hypocritical act, he probably never intended to honor even that 5%. Just another empty promise to swindle her.
The collaboration with Radiant Beauty Group was priceless. When he begged Ethan Sullivan to broker the deal, he'd promised 10% of the shares. Now he thought this paltry offer would make her surrender it?
"This testing center doesn't measure IQ. I suggest you visit the psychiatric hospital next door." Sophia's voice was glacial. "Do you know what divorce means?"
"It means the sight of you disgusts me."
She hadn't been this blunt in a long time.
This time, he'd truly crossed the line.
"If Sister doesn't want to help, there's no need to be cruel," Chloe Evans interjected, stepping between them to cut off Liam's attempt at playing the victim.
"I know you've just left the Sullivan family, but even if you've climbed to greater heights, you shouldn't be so heartless to those from your past. Mr. Sullivan might be interested in you now, but aristocratic families value pedigree above all. You'd do well to leave yourself a way out!"
Chloe pretended to defend Liam, but inwardly, she reveled in the moment. Ever since Sophia sowed discord between her and Mrs. Winston, she'd endured endless harassment from that old hag.
"Yes, I just left the Sullivan family. What concern is that of yours?"
Sophia arched a brow lazily, as if hearing something absurd.
Liam, already barely containing his fury, exploded at her words.
He hadn't been this enraged even when Sophia threatened to hire a male escort. Now, he felt an unprecedented humiliation.
The woman who left him had actually climbed into Ethan Sullivan's bed!
"You shameless—!"
Liam's hand shot up, aiming to strike her face.
Sophia's eyes flashed coldly, a glint of steel flickering in her sleeve.
But in that split second, a figure already stood shielding her.
The suited man cleanly snapped Liam's arm.
Crack.
The crisp sound of breaking bone sent chills down the spine.
"My hand!!!"
Liam screamed, sweat instantly drenching his shirt. Clutching his grotesquely twisted arm, he nearly suffocated from the pain.
When he looked up in fury, he met bottomless dark eyes.
Ethan Sullivan sat calmly in his wheelchair behind the suited man.
Ian Watson withdrew his hand and bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Sullivan, the trash has been taken out."