Chapter 612:
“I’m not here to help,” she said coolly. “I came to take the company.”
Mack’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”
Christina turned to Yvonne with a hint of mockery in her eyes. “Didn’t Yvonne tell you?”
Yvonne looked away quickly. Her fists tightened in her lap. This wretched woman! She really came to claim her due.
“Yvonne, what is she talking about? Are you hiding something from us?” Mack’s voice turned cold.
Yvonne stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth—not when her parents might disown her for it.
“Yvonne, please. Just tell us,” Liza urged gently, worry creeping into her voice.
Yvonne twisted her fingers and bit her lower lip, terrified.
“If she won’t talk, I will,” Christina said firmly.
“Christina! Don’t you dare!” Yvonne snapped, her voice cracking with rage.
“You used the Jones Group as a wager and lost it to me. I’m here to take what’s rightfully mine,” Christina said plainly.
Yvonne went pale. Her hands trembled. She couldn’t speak.
“Tell me that’s not true,” Mack said, staring at Yvonne in disbelief.
Yvonne’s lips parted, but no words came. Her eyes filled with tears. Then, suddenly, she started coughing.
Liza rushed to her side, alarmed by the sight of her daughter breaking down. “Answer me! Is it true?” Mack barked.
“That’s enough!” Liza snapped, holding Yvonne close. “Look at her—can’t you see you’re scaring her?”
But Mack was shaking with fury now. “One last time. Did you gamble away the company?”
“Yes…” Yvonne finally whispered. “I thought I could win, but—”
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Before she could finish, Mack raised his hand and struck her across the face.
A sharp smack echoed through the room when Mack’s hand met Yvonne’s cheek, forcing her head sideways and filling her mouth with the bitter taste of blood.
Liza stood frozen, completely thrown by the violence. Shock kept her still for a heartbeat, but then she found her voice. “Why can’t you just talk things out instead of hitting her? She’s our daughter!”
“She gambled away the company, and I’m not allowed to hit her for that? Do you want us all thrown out on the street?” Mack’s glare burned as he hurled the words back.
This furious side of Mack left both Liza and Yvonne rattled. Neither of them was used to seeing him lose control.
Liza, scrambling for some excuse, tried to lighten the mood. “It was just a joke, just something silly. Isn’t that right, Christina?”
“No one’s joking with you,” Christina said, voice ice-cold as she tossed a contract onto the table. “Sign this transfer agreement.”
The three’s faces turned grim as they processed what Christina had just demanded.
Mack, already trying to backpedal, said coldly, “Verbal bets don’t count. And the Jones Group belongs to me. Yvonne never had the right to put it on the line.”
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