Chapter 1060
Chapter 1060:
“Stupid woman, you know nothing. She won’t give up her title as Miss Harris!” Harold sneered.
He knew himself well—he was greedy, always had been. And Bella? She was no different. If she had truly wanted to walk away from it all, she would have done so the moment she learned the truth. No, as long as he made a big enough scene, she would have no choice but to give in.
“Bella, I know you won’t dare. If you don’t open this door, don’t blame me for what happens next!” Harold raised his hand and pounded on the door, his voice ringing through the hall. The door rattled under the force of his fists.
Each thunderous knock felt like a sledgehammer to Bella’s chest. Panic coiled tightly around her throat. She couldn’t even form words—she could only stand there, watching as the door shuddered with every heavy blow.
“Sir, what’s going on here? We’ve received complaints from neighboring guests. Your behavior is seriously disturbing others p>
Bella took a deep, steadying breath, bracing herself against the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She knew she couldn’t let Harold and Megan prevail—too much was at stake. Everything she had tirelessly built was now teetering on the brink of collapse.
Her eyes scanned the room quickly, spotting a pair of sunglasses and a scarf. Using them as a makeshift disguise, she wrapped herself up and cautiously opened the door.
“What do you want?” Bella demanded, her voice cold, laced with disdain and simmering anger as she confronted the two blocking her threshold.
Harold’s smile was steeped in arrogance. “Oh, Bella, just checking in on you,” he said with a sneer, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “How can you be so cold, shutting out your own father like this p>
Off to the side, Megan appeared visibly shaken, her eyes wide with feigned innocence as though she hadn’t orchestrated this encounter. Upon feeling the weight of Bella’s fierce gaze, Megan stammered, “I—I’m sorry, I p>
Bella’s repulsion surged with each hypocritical word they uttered. Her response was cold, cutting through the pretense. “Enough. Your charade fools no one p>
Lɑtєst chαptєrs 𝑖n g𝒶l𝑛ovє𝓁ѕ.с𝓸m
With a brisk wave, she ushered them inside, slamming the door with a resolute thud. Bella turned sharply to the hotel staff member who had converged on the scene, her voice commanding. “Stay out of this.” Pausing for effect, she fixed him with a steely look. “Consider your words wisely. You all know the stakes—especially in these tough times when jobs are a rarity p>
The staff member’s demeanor softened as he offered a deferential nod, murmuring, “Understood, Miss Harris p>
After this, Bella gave a dismissive wave, signaling for him to leave.
“Back again, I see. Always the same request: money. How much are you after this time p>
With a sharp snap, Bella thrust the door closed, her eyes dark with fury, a cold glare cutting through the dim room. She turned to face Harold and Megan, her features set in a mask of unyielding solemnity.
Caught in the act, Harold dropped the pretense and extended his hand, fingers splayed, showing five. “A mere trifle, really—just five million. Grant us that, and we’ll vanish from your life p>
“Five million? You must truly believe I’m a fool!” Bella’s sneer was sharp, her voice thick with contempt. “Just to be clear, you won’t receive a penny from me. Persist in this harassment, and I won’t hesitate to call the police and have you both escorted out in handcuffs p>
Harold’s face briefly betrayed his alarm, but he quickly regained his composure, masking his emotions with a calm demeanor. “Bella, I would tread carefully if I were you. If you dare call the police, I will reveal your identity as my daughter and tarnish your reputation beyond repair p>
Bella’s gaze flicked towards him, a flash of fear crossing her features before it quickly transformed into fierce defiance. She was acutely aware of Harold’s power to destroy her social standing, yet she refused to back down in the face of his threats.
“Just hand over the money, and all will be well. You’ll retain your status as the heiress of the Harris family, and I’ll get to manage my own little enterprise. Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?” Harold pressed on, his face twisted with arrogant satisfaction.
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