Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Norah’s POV

The agent’s face went ashen. After a tense pause, he shoved through the crowd and fled.

I turned a cool gaze to the reporters. “If any of you continue to distort the truth, I will sue for defamation. Individually. Now–get out.”

Once they had scattered, I instructed Sophie to gather every termination notice and legal letter we’d received.

Seeing the anxiety on my team’s faces, I understood: Eleanor meant to destroy me completely, beginning with my career,

But I was no longer the naive girl I had been.

“Sophie, hold the fort. Keep operations running smoothly and give no public statements until I return.”

“Where are you going?” Sophie asked, her voice thick with concern.

“To see Eleanor. To end this.”

At the Constantine Group headquarters, the receptionist moved to block my path.

“Inform Mrs. Constantine that Norah Hawthorne is here. Should she prefer her son’s criminal case to headline tomorrow’s news, I will gladly leave.”

I was escorted to the top–floor office within minutes.

Eleanor sat behind an expansive desk, her posture flawless, her expression unreadable.

“Miss Hawthorne. Storming into my office–don’t you consider that rather uncivilized?”

“You know why I’m here. I want to know why you condoned your son’s kidnapping and attempted assault, and why you’ve unleashed your media hounds to slander me.”

Her brows furrowed slightly. “Norah, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Damian acted impulsively— he-”

“A misunderstanding?” I cut in. “I have a full medical report. The drugs he forced into me, the restraint marks–the police have all the evidence. Would you like my lawyer to deliver copies directly to your desk?”

I stepped forward, placing my hands flat on the polished wood, locking eyes with her.

“I’m here to inform you that if your media campaign continues, I will hold a press conference and present every detail of what Damian did. Let’s see whom the public believes–your fabricated narrative, or the official evidence.”

Her composure finally cracked. “Are you threatening me?”

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“I am stating a fact–and my resolve to defend my name.”

The door opened. Lucien strode in and came to stand beside me.

“All relevant surveillance and evidence will be released unconditionally,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Mother, this ends now.”

Eleanor studied us, then released a cold, mirthless laugh “Norah, I’ll admit you have skill–to manipulate Lucien to this extent. But do you truly believe he is sincere?”

“Men like Lucien are masters of charming words. He protects you because it serves his purpose. When this is over, do you honestly think you will remain his precious treasure?”

Lucien’s hand closed around mine, his jaw tightening.

I smiled at him. “I trust you, Lucien.”

He had been a playboy, yes. But people change. And he had been there for me, time and again. Trust was the least I could offer in return.

I turned back to Eleanor. “Save your attempts at division. I will not be intimidated. If Constantine Group continues its defamation campaign, the consequences for your son will be severe. By the way–Damian is still in the hospital, isn’t he?”

Eleanor’s polished mask shattered. She glared, speechless.

Lucien’s arm came around my shoulders. “We’re done here.”

During the drive back, he asked quietly, “Norah, about that evidence…”

“I know it may not be enough to convict him. But Eleanor won’t gamble with the court of public opinion, will she?” I gave him a knowing smile.

He ruffled my hair affectionately.

A message alert chimed on his phone. He glanced at the screen. “You were right. Serena contacted Eleanor.”

I had not released Serena out of mercy. I knew Eleanor would never accept her grandchild–she was as cold and calculated as Damian, if not more.

“Then let Serena see Eleanor’s true colors for herself,” I said coolly. “After that, she will understand that cooperating with me is her only viable option.”

That night, we waited outside a secluded private clinic on the city’s outskirts.

Guards stood at the entrance, but Lucien’s men subdued them swiftly and silently.

We rushed inside. From a rear operating room, Serena’s terrified cries echoed.

“Let me go! You can’t do this! This baby is a Constantine heir! Mrs. Constantine will never allow this!”

A clinical voice answered, “Mrs. Constantine does not tolerate loose ends. If you cooperate, you will sleep

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through it. If not… I cannot guarantee you will wake up.

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