Chapter 3The Heiress's Ultimatum

The room fell silent.

Nathaniel's frat-boy friends, however, got excited.

The guy in the floral shirt whistled.

"Nate's actually pissed now."

"Ms. Sinclair, don't push it."

"When Nate loses his temper, he's not someone you can easily soothe."

Another laughed:

"Just submit early and get it over with."

"Why push it to this point?"

"Women just need to learn a lesson to know how to behave."

I looked at Nathaniel.

"What are you trying to do?"

Nathaniel walked toward me, step by step.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"The engagement continues."

"The wedding continues."

"The Prescott-Sinclair merger must proceed."

I said coldly:

"You can't bear to lose the Sinclair resources, but you also can't let go of Vanessa and her son."

"So you want both?"

He didn't deny it.

"I can have both."

"Eleanor, you're not a little girl anymore. How many high-society marriages are actually clean?"

"You want the title of Mrs. Prescott and the financial benefits, I'll give them to you."

"Vanessa wants me, I'll give myself to her."

"They don't conflict."

Looking at him, I suddenly felt he was completely alien and repulsive.

"Don't conflict?"

"Nathaniel, you've never treated me like a human being."

"You just see me as a resource package delivered by the Sinclairs."

He frowned.

"Don't make it sound so ugly."

I smiled.

"Fine, I'll make it sound pretty."

"You fail to meet the Sinclair family's partnership standards. You've been eliminated."

Nathaniel's eyes darkened.

"Say that again."

I enunciated every word:

"I do not agree to this marriage."

"The Sinclairs won't be desperate enough to accept a partner who can't control his zipper and brings a bastard to split the inheritance."

"If you're so capable, go confess to Grandpa Prescott."

Hearing this, Nathaniel suddenly smiled.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"You think if you run to my grandfather, I'm finished?"

"You're too naive, Eleanor."

He raised his hand.

A bodyguard stepped forward with a high-definition camcorder.

The dark lens aimed right at me.

My heart sank. I guessed what he was about to do.

Sure enough, he said:

"Eleanor, I know you feel slighted because I have a son. It's simple."

"As long as I have leverage on you, we're even."

My stomach churned.

"Nathaniel, don't cross the line!"

He stared at me, his voice low.

"I'm just teaching you reality."

"As long as I film something tonight, will you still dare to go crying to my grandfather? Will the Sinclairs still dare to back out of the wedding?"

"When the time comes, you'll have to obediently marry me."

Vanessa stood behind him, pale.

"Nate, maybe we shouldn't do this?"

Nathaniel sighed and comforted her.

"Vanessa, you're too kind-hearted."

"Someone like her won't submit unless we show her who's boss."

He then ordered coldly:

"Take her phone."

Mr. Hayes' men immediately stepped up to block them.

But they were outnumbered and quickly pinned to the floor by the Prescott bodyguards.

Mr. Hayes was restrained by two massive men.

He struggled.

"Nathaniel Prescott!"

"If you dare touch Ms. Sinclair today, there will be no turning back between our families!"

Nathaniel smirked.

"Once I have leverage on her, the Sinclairs will be more terrified of losing face than I am."

A bodyguard approached to grab my phone.

I gripped it so tightly my nails dug painfully into my palms.

In the next second.

The phone was violently ripped away and smashed onto the floor, the screen shattering.

I was grabbed by the shoulders by two bodyguards and dragged toward the center of the room.

I kicked one of them.

"Don't touch me!"

Nathaniel stood under the chandelier, his expression cold.

"Eleanor, you forced my hand."

The red recording light on the camcorder blinked on.

The lens moved closer to my face.

In that moment, I felt a bone-chilling cold.

I never thought a person could be this despicable.

To secure his heir position and swallow the Sinclair resources, he was resorting to this filthy tactic to force me to submit.

Mr. Hayes' eyes were bloodshot.

"Ms. Sinclair!"

I gritted my teeth and kicked another bodyguard away.

But the next moment, a heavy slap landed on my left cheek.

I crashed to the floor, my forehead hitting the marble tile. It stung sharply.

Just as the men with the camera advanced on me, a massive crash echoed from the heavy doors.

An elderly man leaning on a silver-handled cane walked in.

"You worthless animal, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

When Nathaniel saw who had arrived, all the color instantly drained from his face.