Left Them Loved Myself (Stella Spencer) novel Chapter 192

“What’s there to be happy about?” Sylvia gave him a deadpan look.

“If that old geezer kicks the bucket, the Lloyd family will be all Ernest’s,” Theodore said, both nervous and obviously eager.

“Then the Jansen family can ride that momentum–not just Seabrook’s top elite, but maybe even a powerhouse across the whole country,” he added.

As soon as he finished, an unsettling silence filled the hospital room.

The smile on Theodore’s face stiffened and disappeared completely when he faced Sylvia’s cold, unreadable eyes.

His voice faltered, a clear sign of his fear. “Sylvia, if you’ve got something to say, just spit it out. You know I’m a coward; don’t stare at me like that, okay?”

By the end, he was practically groveling, putting on his most obsequious grin.

Father and daughter? At this moment, the vibe was pure boss and lackey.

Sylvia’s face was ice–cold, her stare even colder, and her voice was like razor–sharp frost. “What did she promise you? What did she make you do? Do you even realize just how much of a fool you are in all of this?”

Each of her three questions pressed him harder, suffocating him.

Theodore’s whole body trembled as he finally laid out the whole story for her.

Taking out Sebastian wasn’t something Noreen and Kourtney could pull off on their own. The house staff were all too cowardly, so in the end, they had to turn to Theodore.

To Kourtney, the Jansen family was nothing more than a dog at her feet–just toss them a bone, and Theodore would obey her every order.

And that was exactly how it went.

Theodore agreed without a second thought, and as for the details, Noreen and Kourtney couldn’t care less–as long as the job got done.

Afterward, Kourtney promised that Ernest would let the Jansen family have a share in a couple of Lloyd Group’s core projects.

Given the size of the Jansen family right now, it’s a bit of a stretch, but if they can get even the tiniest share, that’d be enough to squeeze them into the top tier of elite families.

Theodore was already lost in his daydreams, while Sylvia was so pissed she nearly passed out on the spot.

“You moron,” Sylvia yelled. “If this ever gets exposed, do you really think Ernest won’t come down on the Jansen family with a vengeance?”

Theodore was stunned by her insult, but he didn’t dare complain. He stammered, “Th–that can’t be. I mean, aren’t you on

our side?”

Sylvia lost her cool for once. Her eyes blazed with pure murderous intent as she glared at him, her voice razor–sharp and so loud that it felt like it could split his skull.

You really don’t believe you’re an idiot, huh? Me? What do you expect me to do here? You think I can magically make Ernest

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forgive his grandfather’s murder and play nice with the Jansen family?

“Or do you want me to be your scapegoat instead?‘ Sylvia snapped, her tone cutting.

“Are you seriously this clueless? Kourtney’s never liked me; she got you to do her dirty work so that once Sebastian is gone, she’ll take me down next.

“And you just waltzed right into her trap like a fool. What? Is the Jansen family not going down fast enough for you?” Sylvia nearly spat.

Theodore was so stunned by her words, he could barely process anything.

He might be a smooth talker who can easily fool women, but when it came to business, he was useless.

If Theodore actually had any real talent, the Jansen family wouldn’t have been sinking the moment he took over the nest by force; years had gone by, and things had only gotten worse.

Now that Sylvia laid out the harsh reality, Theodore’s face drained of color, panic in his voice as he stammered, “So what do I do now? I already promised them.”

Sylvia rubbed her temples, her headache kicking in; this was the part that made everything a nightmare.

If he hadn’t said yes, she could’ve gone straight to Ernest and laid it all out, no strings attached.

But now that Theodore had already agreed, any move she made toward Ernest could drag her into this mess, too. Even if the chances were slim, Sylvia wasn’t about to gamble with her own future.

After a while, Sylvia let out a long sigh. “Don’t get involved in this for now.”

Theodore looked miserable. “So what am I supposed to tell them? They said they want to act ASAP.”

“Just drag it out,” Sylvia shot him a biting glare, her voice cold as ice. “Do I seriously have to teach you even this?”

“Alright, I get it,” Theodore managed, sweating bullets. Supposedly, the father here, yet he felt more like a kid being read the

riot act.

“Enough. From now on, just focus on your own little territory and mind your own business. If you want to get involved in anything else, you’d better use your brain and think twice before you jump into anything,” Sylvia said coldly.

Sylvia gave a chilly warning. “If you mess up again, I’ll take my mom and cut all ties with you and the Jansen family. For good.”

“Alright,” Theodore muttered, keeping his head low. He didn’t stay a second longer and just slipped out.

Sylvia shot a cold, indifferent look at Theodore’s retreating back and scoffed under her breath, “If he’s really this dense, maybe I’d be better off just taking over the Jansen family.”

Without another glance, Sylvia grabbed her phone and called Mark, telling him to swing by.

When Stella and the others arrived at the Spencer residence, Evelyn was already finishing up the decorations with the household staff.

Spotting them, Evelyn waved and grinned. “Come check it out–how’s my decorating job?”

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The sprawling villa was festooned with ribbons and balloons dangling from every eave, looking as bright and festive as a Carnival

Erica piped up right away, “Evelyn, are we celebrating Richard’s birthday or throwing him a wedding?

“Stop joking. Evelyn chided, tapping her gently. “Don’t go teasing your elder like that.”

Harvey burst out laughing. “Mom, honestly, I can’t blame Erica for getting the wrong idea. With all these decorations, it feels more like a wedding than a birthday bash.”

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