When she’d returned to the Adelsons’ place hiding her identity, people mocked her for being a poor girl. For this reason, Preston had given her some money so she could start a business and stand on her own.
Syndora was the company she built for him and for Julien.
Over the years, she had gradually made it a recognized jewelry brand. She had planned to leave the company to her first child, but he never got to see that day.
Now, Preston expected her to give it away with a casual word.
She thought she’d grown numb. But suddenly, pain, like a thousand needles, pierced her chest.
“Preston, don’t go too far!” she snapped.
When she refused to sign, his face hardened. “You’re the reason Savannah and Chicago got hospitalized. Savannah likes your company; she’s giving you the chance to make up for what you did. Come on, Sydney, don’t be ungrateful.”
‘Ungrateful?!’ The word rang in her ears.
She ground her teeth, and in disbelief, she blurted out, “My god, Preston, I was really blind to love you for five years!”
His eyes darkened and anger rose in his chest. “If you want Julien’s ashes, then pick them up and sign.”