“Miss Hamilton, if you won’t acknowledge the engagement, then tonight I’ll make sure things go far enough that you can’t deny it.”
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Gasps filled the room.
Claire cried out in shock, “Who are you? I don’t even know you!”
She was the daughter of a billionaire, twenty-three or twenty-four, delicate features, refined manners. I held her soft hand at the doorway; she seemed as fragile as glass.
She had grown up shielded like a hothouse flower, with little ability to deal with sudden crises.
Holding such a girl hostage made me uneasy.
But thinking of my fiancée’s ruthlessness, I could only sneer. “Have you forgotten? Our grandfathers betrothed us when we were born.”
“My family was poor, not in your league. Now that you’re wealthy, you want to break the promise?”
I tried to guilt-trip her.
Claire’s face flushed red, and she yanked her hand back. “Sir, I don’t know you, and I’ve never heard of any childhood engagement!”
I gave a bitter smile to the livestream camera. “Everyone, you see this? She’s the billionaire’s daughter, while I’m just an ordinary office worker. My words carry no weight—she’s breaking the promise!”