As the vibes at the dinner soured, Mark was about to start shouting when Helen rose to her feet.

Holding her wine glass between her fingers, her eyes were staunch and determined as she spoke, "Dear uncles-I can understand how you can doubt the success of others. After all, both of you are incompetent, and you're convinced that everyone else is no different. I'm not afraid of admitting that I owe much of my success to my husband Frank Lawrence, but even then, I wouldn't give up the way either of you had."

Both Clark and Gable scowled even as Helen continued to disparage them. "I mean, losing all of granduncle's money and then coming home acting like you still own the place? I'm a woman, but at least I know shame and acknowledge my own shortcomings instead of resorting to cheap insults or personal attacks."

Then, turning toward Luna, she smiled faintly. "As for you, should I tell everyone about the inspection at Morhen and the friend you met online, who supposedly owned a construction company?"

Her clear threat left Luna hanging her head fearfully. She certainly did not want her grandfather to find out, or the candidacy as the next head of the Lane family her grandmother fought so hard to get for her would go up in smoke.

"At least you know your place, so I'll spare you for now."

even destroying the farm resort just

me to share a table with either of you. If anything, Granduncle was right... You're both

her

from the doorway, his face contorting

he crushed the

was glowering too, the gears in

to burn down the farm resort, after all-he was the brains

on the table. "Helen's right-the farm was my life's work, but you pricks had to burn it down out of petty jealousy! Try something like this again,

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