As the vibes at the dinner soured, Mark was about to start shouting when Helen rose to her feet.


    Holding her wine ss between her fingers, her eyes were staunch and determined as she spoke,


    "Dear uncles-I can understand how you can doubt the sess of others. After all, both of you are


    ipetent, and you''re convinced that everyone else is no different. I''m not afraid of admitting that I


    owe much of my sess to my husband Frank Lawrence, but even then, I wouldn''t give up the way


    either of you had." Both rk and Gable scowled even as Helen continued to disparage them. "I mean,


    losing all of granduncle''s money and thening hacting like you still own the ce? I''m a woman, but


    at least I know shand acknowledge my own shorings instead of resorting to cheap insults or


    personal attacks." Then, turning toward Luna, she smiled faintly. "As for you, should I tell everyone


    about the inspection at Morhen and the friend you met online, who supposedly owned a construction


    company?" Her clear threat left Luna hanging her head fearfully. She certainly did not want her


    grandfather to find out, or the candidacy as the next head of the Lane family her grandmother fought so


    hard to get for her would go up in smoke.


    "At least you know your ce, so I''ll spare you for now." Seeing that Luna was silent, Helen nodded


    before turning back to rk and Gable with a re of contempt. "Dear uncles, I know that both of you


    have beef with me, even destroying the farm resort just to get back at me. However, lettell you this-


    such cheap tricks won''t stop me. If anything, it makescare even less about either of you." "I wouldn''t


    have cat all if not for Granduncle''s invitation, because it embarassesto share a table with either of you.


    If anything, Granduncle was right... You''re both pricks." With that, Helen chugged her ss and strode


    off proudly.


    rk was ring at her even as she disappeared from the doorway, his face contorting as his rage


    burgeoned.


    "Fuck!" he bellowed as he crushed the wine ss he was holding.


    Gable was glowering too, the gears in his mind turning.


    He was the one who had arranged for their goons to burn down the farm resort, after all-he was the


    brains to rk''s brawn, and be was really good at scheming. S Mark snorted just then and pped his


    hand on the table. "Helen''s right-the farm was my life''s work but you pricks had to burn it down out of


    petty jealousy! Try something like this again, and I''ll kill you both myself!" With that, he stood up and


    started to leave with the help of a servant.


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    "Dad, I..." rk began.


    "Don''t callthat!" Mark bellowed at him efore he could say more et him silent and awkwardly hanging his


    head.


    to englisht belongs SW However, the rage in rk''s eyes never faded as he growled through his teeth,


    "Helen Lane... You asked for this..." On the other hand, Gable was silent as he quietly hid in a corner,


    hatching a n.


    After the dinner, Luna was taking a stroll in the gardens when she ran into her uncles having a chat.