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Lemira reached out and tore open Mrs. Amelia's clothes, then raised her phone to record. “I think keeping this will give us some solid insurance."

Mrs. Amelia screamed hysterically, "I can give you as much money as you want! Please, just let me go!"

She couldn't stand the humiliation.

Seeing Mrs. Amelia's desperate expression finally eased some of Lemira's anger.

She bent down and smirked. "That's more like it-this is the attitude you should have when you've done something wrong. Beg!"

Lemira shoved Mrs. Amelia down, looming over her. "I told you to beg! Get on your knees!"

Grovel like a stray dog who's lost its home.

After all, her parents had died so unjustly—all because of Mrs. Amelia.

Mrs. Amelia, abandoning any pride, pleaded, "I didn't have a choice back then! Everything was going smoothly, but suddenly some nobodies from the countryside showed up and tried to compete with us for that contract. How was I supposed to just stand by?"

If the Sinclair family hadn't won that deal, they would've gone bankrupt ages ago.

How could they have turned into a family of such wealth and status?

Mrs. Amelia went on, "You have to look out for yourself in this world. Besides, weren't you people bribed back then too?"

Watching Mrs. Amelia's face, Lemira realized that someone like her would never regret anything.

All she ever cared about was her own profit.

Lemira's voice turned icy. "So now you're in our hands, and we make the rules. I'm sure the Sinclair family will pay handsomely to keep this little video of their socialite under wraps."

As Lemira's hand reached toward her, Mrs. Amelia passed out from terror.

Lemira just gave a cold laugh. "That's all it took to break her?"

"Time's up," came Orion's voice in Lemira's ear-she knew it was time to leave.

She turned and walked out, looking at Orion. "Do you think I went too far?"

After all, Mrs. Amelia was his mother's close friend.

And yet, she'd humiliated her, forced her to kneel and beg.

Orion took kemira's hand. "I let you go in there because I wanted you finally get some closure.

"

Debby stepped forward. "We'll take care of things here. You two should go."

Soon everyone else had left.

Orion looked at Lemira. "Change your clothes."

Lemira pulled off her jacket and pants, and then left with Orion.

In a low voice, she asked, "Will they find Mrs. Amelia?”

"No way."

Orion's gaze turned icy. "She needs to suffer for a few days, to live in constant dread."

And there were still questions he hadn't had a chance to ask.

Like why she'd set him up to be in that car all those years ago.

Lemira smiled faintly. "She deserves to taste a little hardship. We've suffered enough all these years, wale the Sinclair fam

lived in

luxury."

If it hadn't been for the Sinclair family's schemes, her parents would have landed that contract.

And the Langston family wouldn't be in its current state.

Orion took her hand. "It's only a matter of time before we find out the whole truth."

"I know. Thank you for everything you've done."

Lemira was genuinely grateful to him.

Orion stepped closer, lowering his gaze to her. "Just don't forget it."

Remember, and maybe when the truth comes out, she'll hate him a little less.

Everything Orion had done for her, Lemira etched it into her heart—how could she ever forget?

The elevator doors slid open. Standing outside was Sophia

Sinclair, and the moment she saw them she broke down. "Orie! I've

been looking everywhere net

you somethings happened to my mom!"