Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 297

Chapter 297:

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Kylee and Cynthia seethed with fury.

Kylee’s eyes widened, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Jude! Are you out of your mind? Fifty million each? You’ve got some nerve!”

Cynthia’s fury was palpable. “Jude, we’ve known each other for years! Are you really gonna do this? You can’t honestly say you had no part in this mess. You’re supposed to be a veteran in the design world, yet you missed the signature on Linsey’s drafts. You’re just as guilty as anyone else in this fiasco!”

But Jude didn’t flinch. “Enough with the excuses. I’ve gone out of my way to help you take Linsey down. Fifty million each is a small price to pay.”

Kylee’s disgust grew with every passing second. Her voice turned icy as she shot back, “Don’t push your luck. Messing with me won’t end well for you. We’ll give you fifty million total—that’s more than generous. If you’re smart, you’ll sign the contract and get out of the country. Fast.”

Cynthia didn’t hold back either. “After everything we’ve been through, I’m not asking for much. Kylee’s already being generous with the money. Fifty million is more than enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Sometimes, it’s better not to push your luck.”

But despite their words, Jude didn’t flinch.

He knew he held all the cards. They were completely at his mercy.

In that moment, Jude saw them for what they really were—just as hypocritical as he was. As long as he kept the pressure on, they would crack, desperate to protect their reputations and hand over the cash.

A smug grin spread across his face as he spoke, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Let me make this clear. From the moment I walked in, I’ve been recording everything. If you don’t want me to expose all of this, you’d better pay up fast. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kylee’s eyes widened in shock. “Did I hear that right?”

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Jude couldn’t help but bask in her panic. With a victorious smirk, he pulled out the hidden recorder, holding it up as if it were a trophy. “I’ve got it all on tape. The ball’s in your court now.”

Jude braced for the moment when Cynthia and Kylee would gasp in shock at what was in his hands. Instead, Kylee’s face turned steely, her voice slicing through the air as she sharply rebuked him. “Jude! How dare you secretly record us? You’ve completely shattered our trust!”

Her eyes blazed with lethal intensity as she glared at the recording device clutched in Jude’s hands. The stakes were high; if this got out, it would spell disaster for her.

“Someone, get over here now!” Kylee’s voice thundered across the room.

Pointing an accusing finger at Jude, she bellowed, “Seize this treacherous scum!” On her command, several burly bodyguards sprang into action, closing in on Jude with determined strides.

Jude was caught off guard by Kylee’s swift and fierce reaction, his heart hammering in his chest.

In a desperate bid for freedom, he clutched the device closer and bolted. But the bodyguards were quicker, effortlessly blocking his escape and tackling him to the floor with a thud.

“Help! Please, let me go!” Jude’s voice cracked, his face draining of color as panic engulfed him.

Meanwhile, Kylee’s fierce mask of anger softened into a smug, composed smile as she sauntered over to the subdued Jude. With a casual flick of her wrist, she plucked the recording device from his grasp, her earlier tension melting into a cold, triumphant ease.

Jude’s body shook violently, his voice breaking as he swiftly shifted his stance to one of begging. “Miss Russell! I admit my fault—I won’t dare repeat it, please, let me go!” His eyes were wide with desperation.

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