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Chapter 1291

Carmella didn’t respond

Victor pressed on, “You mentioned asking Yulia for money, then disappeared. Thought you could dodge

me? I can easily reach out to the Macclain family, you know.”

Carmella responded sharply. “What are you after? If you annoy the Macclains and they decide I’m no

longer welcome, how will you get your money then?” Pausing briefly, Victor smirked, “Stop pretending.

The Macclains are clearly fond of you. They won’t throw you out.”

Carmella countered. “Being liked isn’t the same as being family. If I cross a line, they might push me

away. Look at Estelle in your home isn’t she treated poorly by your own parents?”

With a sly grin, Victor said, “But that’s the thing you aren’t truly one of the Macclains. We, however, are

blood. Hand over their money, and all will be settled.” Carmella rolled her eyes, “Give it to you? They’re

even cautious about me, how am I supposed to give it to you?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out” Victor coaxed, “You need to get a handle on the Macclain’s

money. I can help. We’re the real family here.”

Carmella thought for a moment, then slowly said, “I know what to do, but you mustn’t go to thenovelbin

Macclain family, or we’ll end up with nothing”

“I won’t go, but I’m in dire need of cash now. Give me thirty grand and I won’t bother you!”

Carmella scoffed, “Where do you suppose I get thirty grand from?”

“If you don’t give it to me, I have to keep calling you! Victor said shamelessly

Carmella turned pale with anger, grinding her teeth, “I only have ten grand!”

“That’ll do!” Victor said, satisfied. “Now transfer it to me.”

Carmella hung up, swallowing her resentment and transferred the money to Victor

Despite her hatred for Victor, his words today were a wake-up call. She needs to get her hands on the

Macclain’s money as soon as possible. So even if Bennett and Simone stop liking her, she won’t give a

damn.

Estelle and Jonathan spent the afternoon playing tennis with Henson at the sports center.

Not exactly the weekend Jonathan had in mind. When Henson went to the restroom, Jonathan opened

a water bottle for Estelle, “Let’s stop playing, drop Henson off and head home.”

“Im free this afternoon, and what about you?” Estelle took a big gulp of water, her eyes sparkling, and

lips moist.

Jonathan’s gaze on Estelle was intense, his eyes reflecting disappointment. “You promised this

weekend would be ours,” he reminded.

Estelle responded with a light smile, “Aren’t we together right now?”

With a longing in his voice, Jonathan drew her close by the waist, “I wanted us to be alone.”

Quickly removing his hand, Estelle glanced nervously around, wary of Henson noticing. “Don’t let

Henson catch that. He might feel left out, and we wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

Jonathan was silent but his thoughts were loud. He really didn’t care for Henson. Henson wasn’t

delicate; it was Jonathan who craved her focus.

When Henson returned from the restroom, Estelle handed Jonathan a water bottle before heading back

to the court. Jonathan drank deeply, but the cold water did little to quell his rising emotions.

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