The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 383

The Heiress’s Second Chance at Vengeance

Chapter 383 Secrets and Leverage

Inside the Foster family estate.

Mr. Felix hurled the entire tea set at Henry’s face.

His aged and already twisted expression turned downright hideous in fury. “What the hell were you thinking? I told you to hurry up and get the engagement banquet done. And what happened? That little liar Eliza dumped you instead! All the invitations have already gone out–are you trying to make a joke out of our entire family?”

The Foster family had been a respected household for over a century, always held in high regard.

Now, thanks to Henry, they’d become a laughingstock.

Not in decades had the Foster name been humiliated to this degree.

“I’m sorry, Father. Punish me if you must.”

“What good would punishing you do? She already called off the engagement!”

Mr. Felix’s aged eyes flashed with murderous intent. “The Rivers family made fools out of us. I want you to make that girl pay.”

“Father?”

Henry stared at him, stunned. “But Eliza’s just a young woman. She doesn’t know any better. Maybe let this

go-

“Are you teaching me how to handle things now?”

Mr. Felix cut him off coldly. “If you do this right, the position as head of the Foster family remains yours. But if you can’t handle this, I’ll strip you of that role. And whoever takes over–it definitely won’t be you.”

Henry’s face changed in an instant.

“Take some men and go grab Eliza. I want her to hand something over.”

“What?”

Henry blinked, confused.

“I want her to give up a ring. A family heirloom. If she’s willing to hand over that ring, we’ll let the engagement go. You can even release her afterward.”

“What ring?”

Henry had never heard of any heirloom ring in Eliza’s possession.

Maybe Mr. Felix was mistaken.

“Do as I say. If you won’t, I’ll send Wendy.”

Henry stood in silence for a few seconds.

Finally, he nodded. “Don’t worry, Father. I’ll take care of it.”

Chapter 383 Secrets and Leverage:

After Henry left, Mr. Felix’s expression turned dark and dangerous.

That little brat Eliza–she was just like Emilia.

A woman impossible to control.

Too dangerous. If she married in, she’d only bring chaos to the Foster family.

At the same time, Naomi–who had been living under the Hartwell family’s roof–had also heard about Eliza and Henry’s broken engagement.

She was thrilled..

What an idiot that Eliza was.

The Foster family was one of the most powerful households in Westbrook, and she’d turned down a marriage into it?

It was basically a public slap in the Foster family’s face.

There was no way they’d just let her go that easily.

No matter how rich her family was, Eliza was about to pay the price.

Just then, Matteo stepped through the front door of the Hartwell family estate.

Naomi’s haughty smile only deepened. She strutted over and called out, “You–stop right there.”

Matteo paused.

Naomi touched her belly dramatically and walked up to him. “Your father’s not home. My feet are swollen. Go get me a basin of hot water and wash them for me.”

Matteo frowned. His eyes turned cold.

Naomi saw it, but didn’t care.

She’d once thought Matteo was dangerous.

But now, she realized he was just a broken tool–his wings clipped by Nathaniel.

The baby in her belly was the real Hartwell heir now.

Matteo, the adopted son, was worthless.

“What, didn’t hear me?”

Naomi raised a brow. “You were so arrogant when you tried to kill me. Why so quiet now?”

She reached out and grabbed his/jaw. “Guess what? If Nathaniel finds out his dear foster son has been plotting behind his back, what do you think he’ll do to you?”

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