Steve went silent. I’d never spoken to him like this before. His voice rose again, this time laced with anger. “Claire, I admit I didn’t handle this well. I’m sorry, but…”
“For your sister, you’ll bend over backward. I have solid proof, Steve. If you want to save her, you better show me you’re serious,” I interrupted again. I didn’t need to hear more excuses.
“Claire, I get that you’re upset. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you,” he said, his tone softening like I was some naive girl throwing a tantrum.
He was surprised that there was something incriminating about me in Amy’s email, but even now, he didn’t believe she would deliberately try to kill me. In his eyes, Amy was still that perfect, innocent girl, and if she did something wrong, it had to be someone else’s fault.
“First, we break up. Second, I want the south city project,” I stated calmly.
The project in the south of the city wasn’t huge, and my family could handle it. In the past, because of that project, Steve had made connections with an international group that helped his family business soar. It gave him the leverage to crush me when our relationship eventually fell apart.