Chapter 191 Whoever You Sell Them to, I Will Destroy Them
I paused for a moment, my tone laced with sarcasm. "How come I never knew you were so tolerant before?"
That night, I had kissed Jerry in front of Christopher. Even though I was drunk, it really happened.
Given Christopher's penchant for excusing his own mistakes but not others', I expected he wouldn't obsess over me any longer.
Before Christopher could respond, a commotion from the center of the banquet hall interrupted us. Bella, in a pristine white custom-made dress, stood timidly with a microphone. Her dark eyes, brimming with emotion, were locked on a specific direction.
The direction where Jerry was.
"During these years away from my grandmother and parents, I've faced numerous challenges and witnessed people's true nature, but I clung to the few precious memories I had to persevere," Bella began, her voice trembling with sobs.
"I'm also very lucky that my family and Jerry never gave up looking for me. This morning, my grandmother asked me what my wish was. At the time, I couldn't think of anything because returning to the Harris family was already a blessing. But now, I believe I know," she continued, shyly lowering her gaze. "My wish is to not let Jerry down after all these years of waiting, to marry him, and become his wife."
The room erupted in applause and cheers. Even the elite attendees couldn't resist showing their support for lovers reuniting.
Claire's eyes glistened with tears, accepting Bella with a fierce love despite her initial reservations.
Jerry's expression remained inscrutable, his dark eyes revealing nothing.
Christopher's voice, cold and cutting, pierced through the jubilant noise beside me. "You'd rather deal with such a delicate situation than return to me?"
The sarcasm in his tone was unmistakable.
But tonight, neither Christopher nor Jerry was my decision to make. And I certainly wouldn't choose Jerry just to escape Christopher.
I smirked, "Mr. Valence, rest assured, I can recognize a jerk when I see one and I won't stumble twice at the same place."
Christopher's blue eyes darkened, and ha flicker of amusement dancing within them. "Are you calling me a jerk?"
"Are you not?" I asked calmly.
Christopher's thin lips curved into a mocking smile as he casually remarked, "We haven't been divorced for long, yet you've certainly grown."
I looked at him earnestly, my voice steady. "Christopher Valence, I've always hoped we could part ways amicably. Even though we're divorced now, let's not make it so awkward that we can't even meet."
I had never thought I could say such things to Christopher so rationally one day without a trace of bitterness.
"I can assist you in achieving anything you desire." Christopher reverted to his inherent dominance. "Except for this; it's impossible."
"What if I trade that ten percent of the shares for it?" I proposed.
Recently, Valence Group's stock had shown a clear uptrend, although it hadn't reached the explosive growth Daniel had predicted.
Christopher was slightly stunned, his eyes darkening. "Are you threatening me again?"
I nodded. "You could say that!"
These shares were my means of severing ties with the past. If Christopher refused, I'd sell them to someone else. Ten percent was sufficient for anyone to have a significant vote in Valence Group's shareholders' meetings and influence major decisions, so Christopher wouldn't allow these shares to fall into someone else's hands.
Christopher's face turned grim, his voice roughened as if by gravel. "I gave you those shares so you could live better, not to use them as leverage against me."
I looked at him calmly. "So, Mr. Valence, do you agree or not?"
Christopher let out a cold laugh, his voice icy. "Go ahead and try. Whoever you sell them to, I'll destroy them. If harming someone is your goal, go ahead."
Christopher remained as obstinate as ever, his resistance almost pathological.
When it came to issuing threats, it boiled down to who was willing to stoop the lowest. I couldn't outmaneuver Christopher, so continuing this was futile.
Swallowing my frustration, I went straight to find Elissa.
Elissa and Daniel were engaged in a light-hearted conversation at the moment. Upon seeing me, Elissa gave Daniel a smile. "Mr. Martinez, I'll treat you to dinner when we're back in Jacquar."
"Sure." Daniel responded with a polite nod.
After exchanging greetings with Daniel, I signaled to Elissa to follow me.
"Ms. Royston!" Daniel suddenly called out, hesitating before he spoke. "Is your divorce from Christopher related to that kidnapping incident and his engagement to Kimberly Harris?"
I answered truthfully, "Yes, but not entirely."
Daniel explained, "Actually, during the kidnapping, Christopher knew there were no bullets in the gun. That model of handgun feels different with bullets loaded."
Daniel's voice softened, tinged with pity. "He smoked all night when he came back that night, saying you must be utterly disappointed in him again."
I blinked, a lump forming in my throat. "I know, he wanted to protect me."
I hadn't realized it on the day it happened. But later, when Christopher called off the engagement and began dismantling the Harris family under the guise of the RF Group, it all made sense.
Daniel sighed in relief but was still puzzled. "Then why did you two have to come to this point?"
I offered a faint smile. "Because that incident was merely the final straw.
The banquet hall thrummed with laughter and joy. We moved to the food table to gather some pastries, intending to eat a bit to sustain ourselves until the end of the event.
Soon after, an unbearable itch spread across my body. Elissa noticed me scratching my arm through my sleeve and expressed concern. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head, grimacing. "I don't know, I'm really itchy."
What began as a slight chest irritation had escalated to itching all over. I frowned. "Maybe it’s an allergic reaction."
Elissa checked my arm under the sleeve and grew worried. "It's definitely an allergy, just like that time in college. Strange. We didn't eat any yams. How are you feeling now?"
I speculated, "Maybe some pastry had yam powder in it."
Grabbing my bag, I said, "Let’s inform Claire, then leave."
Elissa agreed, "Okay, it's still early. I'll go with you to the hospital."
We found Claire resting in a private guest room. She was alone with Jerry, engaged in a conversation. Jerry stopped speaking when I knocked, pointedly ignoring me and fiddling with his phone, adhering to my previous words.
Claire lightly patted Jerry on the head and then turned to me with a kind expression. "Hope, come sit."
Softly, I apologized. "Claire, I'm sorry."
Mentioning my allergy would imply poor hosting, so I simply explained, "I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to leave."
Claire replied, "Alright, I'll arrange a driver."
Her eyes fell upon the rash above my wrist, not covered by my sleeve. Concern tinged her voice. "What's wrong with your hand?"
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