Chapter 638: Chapter 638

Chapter 638:

Breaking the tension, Valentina gently touched Evita’s hand, offering a comforting smile.

“Evita, please, try not to let it bother you.

Elvin is just overwhelmed.

He didn’t intend to point fingers at you. You’re aware of the tight spot our family’s in, and Elvin’s drive to succeed can sometimes get the better of him. Really, he didn’t mean any harm.”

Liam, exhaling a stream of smoke from his cigarette, furrowed his brow and let out a heavy sigh.

“Evita, Elvin, now’s not the time for hostility. We’re all in this together, facing the same enemy. You think you’ve got it rough? My mother and I were dismissed by Harlee as if we were mere rubbish. Right now, our priority should be to devise a strategy to regain Harlee’s and Skyla’s favor.”

“Regain their favor? And just how do you propose we accomplish that?” Elvin unleashed his fury on Liam, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“Skyla and Harlee are practically itching to sever all ties with us. Think we can regain their favor? With what, exactly? The so-called family bonds? Do they even regard us as family anymore?”

The shadows on Elvin’s face deepened, mirroring the storm within. It was evident that had the circumstances been different, he would never have chosen to collaborate with someone as dim-witted as Liam.

Liam, visibly ruffled by Elvin’s harsh words, managed to maintain his poise.

His expression remained carefully neutral, a facade of politeness. Trapped by his situation, he grasped at the chance to align with the Juarez family, haunted by Rhys’ foreboding warning.

Having aired his grievances, Elvin’s tempest subsided somewhat.

He slumped beside Evita, his voice softening as he addressed her.

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“Mom, Skyla won’t even speak to us now.”

“What’s our next move?”

Though a storm of anger still raged silently in Evita’s heart, her features softened as she looked at Elvin.

Despite her feelings, she found it impossible to hold him at fault. Shooting him a withering glare, she said in an eerily calm voice, “I am her mother. If she dares to disregard me, that makes her unfilial. I’ll let the entire world see what kind of daughter Skyla really is—cold and ungrateful to her own mother! When we push her to the edge, she’ll have to acknowledge me as her mom and you as her elder brother! And Harlee? She’s merely a reckless brat, emboldened because Rhys shields her. Once Skyla’s dealt with, Harlee won’t stand a chance.”

“We all know how ruthless the internet can be. If Skyla is branded as an unfilial daughter, can the Sanderson family really escape the fallout? Their reputation will crumble under the weight of those accusations. Their shares might dip, yet they’ll cling to their resources, which, mark my words, we will pry from their cold, weak grasp to rebuild our fortunes.”

Liam frowned, absorbing the gravity of Evita’s schemes.

His intent had never been to sever ties with the Sanderson family so drastically.

“But if we go through with this, won’t we risk losing the Sandersons?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“How will we secure their support after this? And Harlee… What’s stopping her from striking back at us?”

The image of Harlee’s marksmanship haunted Liam.

He knew all too well that she could effortlessly eliminate them if provoked.

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