Dead at Heart (Ariel and Jayson) novel Chapter 734

Jayson didn't insist on personally overseeing Cecilia's admission to a rehabilitation facility. Instead, he gave his word to suppress the news first to keep the damage contained.

Stanley understood immediately. This was Jayson offering him a way out.

After such a hardline stance, this was a rare concession.

Even so, Stanley felt unbearably heavy-hearted. Not because of Jayson's threat, but because of how deeply it pained him to see Cecilia end up like this.

"Well, then. I won't take up more of your time." Jayson didn't bother staying for pleasantries.

As Samson watched him go, his gaze turned dark and unreadable.

Who would have thought that the same Jayson who had just been so ruthless could appear this polite now?

It seemed like things had been settled, as if neither side had anything left to worry about.

But Yeager Group had become collateral damage. It had taken a heavy hit because of this mess.

Samson followed Jayson out the door. Just before Jayson got into the car, Samson shot him a cold look. "You claim to be standing up for Ariel, yet you couldn't resist using this chance to strike at Yeager Group. Jayson, you're as ruthless as they come."

At this point, Yeager Group's troubles weren't something that could be resolved overnight. The chain reaction was too severe to simply explain away.

Jayson had used this chance to get back at Samson for trying to undermine his government materials project last time. He struck back with no mercy.

Meanwhile, Jayson's materials company was sure to gain favor from the government, and both Faye Technologies and Nexura Solutions would benefit from the shake-up.

Jayson turned around, his expression indifferent. "I told you before, you've still got a lot to learn."

With that, he got in the car.

Leaning back in his seat, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

A dull ache throbbed behind his temples, probably from exhaustion and pent-up stress over the past few days. He wasn't feeling well.

Arthur glanced at him from the driver's seat. "Mr. Larkin, are you okay?"

Samson studied her face. It was almost impossible to connect this woman with the radiant, spirited lady she used to be. He let out a faint, bitter smile. "You're not getting out."

Cecilia's expression changed, and she gripped the iron bars in front of her tightly. "What do you mean? It's just a minor case. Even if Jayson wants to target me, it's just temporary detention. If you or Dad speak up for me, I can get out early, can't I?"

"He wants you sent to rehab for three years," Samson said.

As soon as he said that, Cecilia froze. The color drained from her cheeks, replaced by anger and disbelief. "No way! What right does he have to make that kind of demand?"

The thought of those endless three years made her breathing unsteady and her eyes filled with fear. But more than fear, it was rage. No one had ever dared to treat her like this in her entire life.

"Dad agreed. There's no room for negotiation. After three years, you'll be sent abroad, and you can never return to Croinia."

The words hit her like a slap.

Cecilia's face went ghostly pale. "No! I won't go! Let me out! You care about me, don't you? Then why aren't you doing anything?"