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    Ronald and Wyatt exchanged knowing looks and dered in unison, “Eighty million each.”


    “Eighty million? Are you out of your mind?” Katrina jumped up, her voice dripping with disdain.


    “Just go rob a bank if you’re that desperate!”


    Ronald and Wyatt frowned.


    “Why the hell are you so worked up, Katrina? This isn’t about you. We’re talking to Caiden, not you.”


    “These are joint marital assets!” Katrina argued, her voice firm. After years of dedicated service to Caiden, all she desired was a fair share of the wealth.


    “Don’t even dream of getting a penny from me unless I fucking allow it!” Ronald red at her, jabbing a finger in her direction.


    “What bullshit are you talking about? Joint marital assets? Do you even have any im to this money? This is the legacy our former sister-inw left behind.


    You have no part in this!”


    Katrina stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and shouted, “Anyone who dares touch my family’s fortune will answer to me. I’ll make damn sure you regret it!”


    Her shitty past, filled with hunger and hardship, resurfaced, making Katrina tremble. Giving away eighty million to those leeches felt like signing her own death warrant.


    Unperturbed by the prospect of death but terrified of destitution, Ronald advanced, his face defiant, and taunted her.


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    “Go on, do it if you’ve got the guts! You’re nothing but a bitch, Katrina. If you can’t bring yourself to do it today, that money is as good as mine! What’s the matter? Are you scared? Let me tell you something—within these walls of the Harper estate, you’re not the one in charge…”


    He was cut off mid-sentence as a sinister gleam shed before his eyes.


    “Ah!” Ronald’s scream ripped through the air as the knife plunged into him.


    Blood spattered everywhere. Then came the piercing scream of Peyton.


    “You fucking bitch! How dare you assault my son! I swear, I’ll fight you to myst breath!”


    Soon after, the wail of an ambnce filled the estate, rushing the members of the Harper family to emergency care. Ronald, the knife still embedded in his cheek, was in the gravest condition, his screams barely audible above the chaos.


    Katrina paused at the doorway, her hand tightly clutching the knife, while a piercing cold wind moaned through the night. Beside her, Joyce shuffled forward, her legs barely supporting her trembling frame. Her voice broke through her tears as she murmured, “Mom, you attacked Grandma and both uncles. Are you going to be arrested?”


    The knife slipped from Katrina’s grasp, ttering to the floor. She slumped against a stone pir, her gaze burning with fierce resolve.


    “No, your father will protect his image at all costs. If word of this spreads, Harper Group’s shares will nosedive. They’ll have to keep quiet.”


    She was determined to prove that she was not a woman to be underestimated.


    Meanwhile, in the hospital, Caiden was overwhelmed by despair. Ronald had sustained the gravest wounds; Wyatt was writhing in agony from a back injury, and Peyton, having fallen, had broken her arm.


    Their cries of pain echoed through the sterile corridors, each one stabbing at Caiden’s conscience. Haunted by the lifeless look in Katrina’s eyes as she brandished the knife, he knew her intent had been lethal. She had truly been prepared to kill.


    Ronald’s knife was lodged deep in his cheekbone, requiring its removal, but no specialists were avable in the city. The doctor suggested, “Mr. Harper, perhaps your daughter could help. She’s quite worldly and might know someone who could assist.”


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