“Go ahead, shout all you want. The more you scream, the better I feel.” Hilary smirked, her lips curled with satisfaction. “You really think I’m scared of you now? Back then, you could boss me around just because you were Mrs. Bennett.”
She stepped closer, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Your daughter’s barely hanging on, you’re half-crippled, and The Bennett Group has nothing to do with you anymore. Mason Bennett told me himself: everything in The Carter Group and his estate will go to Ethan. If you apologize to me nicely, maybe, just maybe, I’ll throw you a bone someday, so you won’t end up with absolutely nothing…”
Carmen Gates felt her blood boiling, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white.
A glimmer of delight flashed in Hilary’s eyes.
After bottling it up for days, finally, she had somewhere to let it all out.
Seeing Carmen speechless with rage, Hilary shook her head in disdain, then strutted away with a satisfied sway, her heels clicking on the linoleum like some wicked spell.
Carmen glared daggers at Hilary’s retreating figure, torn between fury and helplessness.
She hated Mason Bennett, hated Hilary, resented that she couldn’t do a thing about them, and was consumed by guilt for being powerless to help Lavinia Bennett.
Tears slid down her cheeks, blurring her vision.
Through the watery haze, someone entered.
“Get out…” she spat, her voice raw.
“Take a good look at who I am,” came a calm, familiar voice.
Carmen blinked, her vision clearing. The woman before her came into focus.
Carmen’s face twisted in anger and humiliation. “You’re here to laugh at me too? Get lost. All of you are just vultures.”
She hurled the words like stones.
Olivia Bennett didn’t even flinch. “I’ll leave, but first, let’s talk business.”
“I said get out!” Carmen snapped, not listening.
“Are you sure you don’t want to know the truth about the accident?” Olivia’s voice was cool, almost clinical.
Carmen froze, looking up sharply.

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