“When I take over Scott Enterprises, forget Olivia—even her mother will be under my heel. Anyone else who talks back can get the hell out.”
The room fell silent, everyone too afraid to speak.
I understood their position. I couldn’t blame them.
“Fine. I’ll kneel. But if you break your word, I’ll fight you to the end.”
I pulled out a knife and drove it into the wooden chair with a thud.
Madison grinned wickedly. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? I remember when I first came into the Scott family, you looked down on me like I was trash. I swore then that one day I’d take everything from you and grind you under my feet.”
“Heh. A beggar taken in and saved, yet instead of gratitude, she lusts after her benefactor’s fortune.”
If I hadn’t taken her in, her corpse would have been torn apart by wild dogs. She’d have no chance to flaunt herself like this today.
Still, I sank to my knees, praying she wouldn’t desecrate my father’s ashes—or worse, feed them to a dog.
But things never go as you hope. Ethan ordered his men to bring in a dog.
I glared at him with pure hatred. “Ethan, don’t you dare.”
“Ha, why should I listen to you?”