Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Make Sure She Gets Something

Chapter 63 Make Sure She Gets Something

As Tess expected, Nadine’s furious voice rang out from behind her. “Stop filming! Didn’t you hear me?”

A loud thud followed–the sound of her bag slamming against the car.

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The sharp crack echoed as the impact left a deep scratch on the limited–edition pink sports car. Nadine ignored all that. She yanked the door shut with a deafening clang.

Zane stood frozen. He had never seen Nadine this angry, this unhinged. For a moment, he couldn’t even react.

The camera clicks only grew louder.

Snapping out of his daze, Zane rushed to contain the scene, ordering security to check every phone on–site. He ensured no damaging photos or videos slipped through before letting anyone leave.

After all, Nadine was the company’s star lawyer. Any bad press about her could quickly become a liability for the company.

He sighed, barely cleaning up the scene when he caught sight of Tess walking away.

In his mind, Tess was just too stubborn for her own good.

She could’ve gone back to living the high life, enjoying wealth and luxury. Instead, she chose to taste the bitterness of life at the bottom.

Would it have hurt her so much to just admit she was wrong and apologize to Mr. Lock?

She had already been to jail–why still cling so hard to pride?

And that child…

Zane sensed trouble coming. He shoved the check back into his pocket.

I better head back to the office.

On the top floor of Lock Group-

“She refused?”

Finn’s brow furrowed deeply.

Zane reported Tess’s reaction plainly but glossed over Nadine’s earlier harassment.

Years as a personal assistant had taught him well–only focus on what truly mattered.

Finn pressed his thin lips together, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. But his mind betrayed him–suddenly, an image of Tess’s eyes appeared, dark and intense, filled with a stubborn fire that refused to die.

Those eyes had once been full of light, like stars reflected in the night sky. Now, they were hollow. Distant. When had they changed so completely?

His heartbeat quickened for no reason he could name. Even his thoughts started unraveling into chaos.

With a sharp tap, his finger struck the desk again.

“I heard there’s still some dispute over Mrs. Larson’s legacy. But the portion designated for her–if she doesn’t want it, then apply pressure on the Larsons. Force them to give her a share.”

Zane blinked. ‘Mr. Lock, you mean…?”

“Mrs. Larson’s legacy is worth hundreds of millions. Tossing her a little for living expenses won’t kill them. And all those investment dividends? They want to swallow it whole?”

Finn rubbed his temple and spoke again, his voice low. “Make sure she gets something.”

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Did Kylie really give in?

There was no need to rush into job hunting. It was evening, and it would be challenging to find a decent place on such short notice, so she booked a hotel room for the night.

“Here’s your room key, ma’am.”

The hotel was clean and quiet.

As the night fell, Tess had just begun to relax when Layla suddenly began to cry. Her stomach was upset. Her bright little face turned pale and worn out.

Tess quickly changed her diaper and ran out to buy medicine.

She found a 24–hour pharmacy and wrapped Layla up carefully against the night chill, holding her close under the streetlights as she made her way.

She had just paid for the medicine and turned to leave when a hand blocked her path.

A group of drunk men stood in front of her.

The one leading them was a blondie named Craig Dunn, swaying with intoxication. Behind him were a few rowdy punks, clearly out for trouble.

Tess’s heart tightened. She instinctively tried to sidestep, but Craig wouldn’t let her.

“Hey pretty lady, what’s the rush?” he slurred. “Mind giving me your number?”

He was so drunk his eyes nearly rolled back, yet he still managed to unlock his phone and flash a QR code at Tess.

“Dude, seriously? She’s a mom,” one of the punks snickered. “You’re down bad.”

“What do you know? Yeah, she’s a mom–but look at that figure. That tiny waist, those long legs. Bet she’s a real thrill

A group of punks huddled together behind him, their lecherous eyes scanning Tess from head to toe. They exchanged a look, thep burst into a chorus of sleazy laughter.

Tess felt like an object on display–something cheap and exposed. Their brazen stares tightened every nerve in her body.