Chapter 949
Chapter 949:
His offer felt completely absurd to Fernanda.
What if Fulton had truly gotten his way with her? What if she were the one at a disadvantage now? Would Robert stand up for her?
No, he would have been too busy basking in his dishonorable victory, forgetting about her—the pawn he had discarded.
She had given him more than enough chances. It was clear that he was the one who had crossed the line this time.
“The only way this ends is with me taking everything from you,” Fernanda said, her tone cold and firm. “You’ll return everything you took from my mother. You’ve had your decades of comfort—it’s time to face the consequences of your actions.” With that, she ended the call.
The phone rang again within moments.
Fernanda didn’t need to check the screen to know it was Robert, probably ready to hurl more insults her way. Just as she was about to hang up again, Cristian took the phone from her.
He stood in front of her casually, one hand in his pocket and the other holding her phone. His gaze flicked to the screen before he answered. After listening to Robert’s tirade for a few seconds, Cristian responded with surprising calm. “Mr. Morgan.”
Robert, clearly thrown off guard, snapped, “Who are you?”
“I’m the one Fernanda is seeing.”
“You’re her boyfriend? Tell her to drag herself back here and clean up the mess she made! She’s naive to believe she could make me lose everything. If I wanted to, I could ruin her in an instant! Does she honestly believe some headlines will destroy me? Give it a few months, and no one will even remember this. She’s nobody without me!” Robert’s voice was filled with venom and rage.
Cristian’s tone stayed steady and composed. “You’ll just have to watch and see what she can do.”
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻
Robert let out a mocking laugh. “And who exactly do you think you are? Do you really believe you can stand by her side and protect her? It doesn’t matter to me who you are—if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of this. Otherwise, you’ll regret crossing me.”
Cristian remained composed as he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily upward. “Is that so? You want her to return and handle it, don’t you? Fine. I will bring her to you soon enough.”
A derisive huff escaped Robert. “That’s more like it. You’d better do just that.”
In Robert’s mind, Fernanda’s boyfriend was nothing more than a naive young man, clearly overwhelmed by the situation. He believed the young man had cracked under the weight of his threats.
How could a young man, unrefined by the harsh realities of the business world, be compared to him, an experienced businessman?
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