Chapter 565: Chapter 565

Chapter 565:

This time, Lindsay swallowed her frustration and chose to keep her composure.

“How long?” she demanded, her voice sharp but measured.

“I need a timeline.”

Lindsay’s earlier outbursts had drained her, leaving her focused on finding a way forward.

Accepting that prison was unavoidable, she shifted her perspective.

If she had to endure it, she would extract every possible advantage.

Her mind was already calculating. This wasn’t just about collaborating with Hale.

The plan was simple: drive an irreparable wedge between her parents and Harlee, creating a rift so deep that reconciliation would become impossible. In Lindsay’s view, if Harlee’s actions led to her imprisonment, her parents would never forgive Harlee.

“No more than three months,” Hale replied evenly.

“When the time is up, my people will ensure your release.”

Hale’s unwavering confidence began to sway Lindsay.

“Three months it is,” she said with a nod.

“I agree to spend three months in jail.

But what happens afterward? What do I get in return?”

Hale finally turned his full attention to her, a glimmer of approval flickering in his otherwise cold demeanor.

Efficiency mattered to him, and her calm acceptance made her momentarily less irritating. Since she was showing sensibility, he decided to offer full sincerity.

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After all, he still valued the Morgan family to some extent.

“Three months is all I need to create the perfect opportunity to remove Harlee from your world completely. Once that’s done, everything the Morgan family owns will be yours. You won’t just be their precious daughter. You’ll be their sole authority. Is that enough for you?”

Lindsay’s breath caught. The head of the Morgan family? The words echoed in her mind, leaving her momentarily stunned.

“The sole leader of the Morgan family?” she repeated, almost in disbelief.

“Why not? Or do you lack such ambition?” Hale challenged, his tone sharp and provoking.

Lindsay’s hesitation lasted only a moment before she straightened, her gaze hardening with resolve.

“No, I don’t lack ambition. The Morgan family belongs to me, and no one else.”

Hale observed her transformation with satisfaction, a slow, cruel smile creeping across his face. The spark of hunger in her eyes was exactly what he had hoped to ignite. This was what he wanted—not just her compliance, but her complete submission to her desires.

Once consumed by her ambitions, she would be under his control entirely.

Hale smirked. No one, not even Lindsay, had the right to antagonize Harlee. In this world, only he held that privilege.

Harlee and Rhys had shared a warm bowl of nourishing soup.

Exhausted, she gradually drifted off to sleep in his arms. With gentle care, Rhys shifted Harlee onto the bed with one hand.

Although the king-size bed in the VIP room was spacious enough for both of them, he instinctively left her two-thirds of the space, worried she might not sleep soundly otherwise.

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