Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 115

George’s voice was filled with rage. “You will go to the police station right now and drop the charges. You’ll tell them the four million was a gift to show your gratitude, that it was all a misunderstanding.”

Yvonne’s lips curved into a chilling smile. “And if I don’t?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet.

George was prepared for this. He pulled a stack of files from his desk drawer and slammed them down in front of her.

“If you don’t listen to me, you’ll listen to the company. You are a signed artist with Nexus Media, and you will follow the company’s arrangements. If you refuse, you’ll be liable for tens of millions in breach of contract fees, which you can’t afford to pay. Take a good look. These are the film roles I’ve selected for you. Pick one.”

Yvonne picked up the files and flipped through them.

They were all scripts for pornographic films.

Her own father was trying to force her to shoot adult films. He was willing to sacrifice his own daughter for his mistress. Yvonne didn’t know whether to praise his devotion or curse his depravity.

When anger reaches its peak, all you can do is laugh.

“So, if I don’t drop the charges, you’ll force me to do porn,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you aware that threatening a victim and obstructing justice are criminal offenses? Do you want to join Megan in prison, George?” She held up her phone, the screen displaying a recording in progress.

George’s face turned livid. He slammed his hand on the desk. “Yvonne, you insolent girl! I am your father!”

“My father? You’ve never treated me like a daughter,” she shot back.

“Don’t be ridiculous! The finance department is not your playground.”

“Let me in, or Megan goes to prison. The choice is yours,” Yvonne said with a shrug.

After a moment’s thought, George relented. “Fine. You can go to the finance department, but you are not to be involved in any company decisions. If you want to learn, you’ll start from the bottom, as an intern.”

Yvonne knew nothing about finance; she couldn’t cause any real trouble. Besides, the head of the department was his most trusted subordinate. He had nothing to worry about.

Yvonne nodded. For now, they had an agreement.