Chapter 840
The evidence was laid out one by one, and anyone with half a brain could see the truth: Calliope’s misery was all tangled up with Lisette.
“That Lisette, pretending to pity poor Portia, but she’s the real snake p>
“Can you believe an adopted daughter would turn a real family against each other like that p>
“Calliope’s life is a mess, and it’s all her fault, isn’t it p>
“Geez, how can someone be so damn cruel p>
The crowd buzzed, each person throwing in their own jab. Lisette was getting absolutely trashed, and she clutched her head, desperate to escape—but there was nowhere to run.
“Look, say what you want, but I’m my dad’s son. His assets are supposed to be mine!” Monty finally blurted out, trying to sound confident. “Isn’t that just how it works p>
“Did you ever care about your old man when he was alive?” someone shot back. “Did you ever help him, or even visit? What gives you the right to demand his money now p>
Monty choked on his words, his face turning a mottled red.
“Oh, so you ignore your dad while he’s living and only care about his will once he’s gone p>
“Yeah, was he only your father after he died p>
The crowd snickered and jeered at Monty, each barb sharper than the last.
Monty could only grit his teeth in silence.
“You’re all so focused on the money, huh?” Calliope turned to face Monty, voice steady. “Well, there’s not much left. Grandpa didn’t leave a fortune, and a big chunk of what he did leave, I donated-just like he asked me to p>
Monty’s jaw clenched in frustration.
“And those places you all think are his-those clubs, those companies? They’re mine now. Most of the rest? My brothers gave me those p>
“And let’s not forget, some of it belongs to my husband,” she added with a sly tilt of her head. “So what is it, Monty, you want my brothers’ money, my husband’s, too? Think you can just take whatever you like p>
“Is that so? Who wants my assets? Maybe I should just toss myself into the deal too?” A cold voice cut through the tension.
Silas had slipped in quietly, his
words joy and sharp He was flanked by Fagan, and together they strode straight toward Monty. s
The crowd parted, clearing a path for them.
More voices rang out from the back of the room.
“Who’s after my money?” Quentin Sutton’s voice boomed out as he entered, crisp in his military uniform. Behind him trooped several burly men, all towering and built like linebackers.
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“Someone thinks my cash is up for grabs?” Norton Shepherd drawled, smirking.
“Do I look like a charity case to you p>
“And the money I give my sister-do the Jewell family vultures want that too?” Julius Quillen asked as he camne in last, instantly drawing every reporter’s camera. fo s
The whole room erupted in a frenzy, flashes going off.
“Is that Julius? Holy hell p>
“And Quentin’s here too-he’s a legend p>
“Wait, isn’t that Norton? The international racing superstar p>
“God, are all these guys Calliope’s brothers p>
“They’re all backing her up? That’s insane p>
“Damn, if I had brothers like that, what would I need those greedy Jewells for p>
Silas and the others walked right up to Monty and his little crew, facing them down.
“We’re here. So you want our money, huh p>
“Go ahead, ask for it! Let’s see if you’ve got the guts p>
“Callie, does she need to scam you out of your money? She’s got more than she could ever spend just from us p>
The room was alive with energy, and suddenly, Monty and his crew looked very, very small.