Female NovelAs 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 areincompetent, and you're convinced that everyone else is no different. I'm not afraid of admitting that Iowe much of my success to my husband Frank Lawrence, but even then, I wouldn't give up the wayeither 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 hacting like you still own the place? I'm a woman, butat least I know shand acknowledge my own shortcomings instead of resorting to cheap insults orpersonal attacks." Then, turning toward Luna, she smiled faintly. "As for you, should I tell everyoneabout the inspection at Morhen and the friend you met online, who supposedly owned a constructioncompany?" Her clear threat left Luna hanging her head fearfully. She certainly did not want hergrandfather to find out, or the candidacy as the next head of the Lane family her grandmother fought sohard to get for her would go up in smoke.novelbin
"At least you know your place, so I'll spare you for now." Seeing that Luna was silent, Helen noddedbefore turning back to Clark and Gable with a glare of contempt. "Dear uncles, I know that both of youhave beef with me, even destroying the farm resort just to get back at me. However, lettell you this-such cheap tricks won't stop me. If anything, it makescare even less about either of you." "I wouldn'thave cat all if not for Granduncle's invitation, because it embarassesto share a table with either of you.If anything, Granduncle was right... You're both pricks." With that, Helen chugged her glass and strodeoff proudly.
Clark was glaring at her even as she disappeared from the doorway, his face contorting as his rageburgeoned.
"Fuck!" he bellowed as he crushed the wine glass he was holding.
Gable was glowering too, the gears in his mind turning.
He was the one who had arranged for their goons to burn down the farm resort, after all-he was thebrains to Clark's brawn, and be was really good at scheming. S Mark snorted just then and clapped hishand on the table. "Helen's right-the farm was my life's work but you pricks had to burn it down out ofpetty jealousy! Try something like this again, and I'll kill you both myself!" With that, he stood up andstarted to leave with the help of a servant.
"Dad, I..." Clark began.
"Don't callthat!" Mark bellowed at him efore he could say more et him silent and awkwardly hanging hishead.
to englisht belongs SW However, the rage in Clark's eyes never faded as he growled through his teeth,"Helen Lane... You asked for this..." On the other hand, Gable was silent as he quietly hid in a corner,hatching a plan.
After the dinner, Luna was taking a stroll in the gardens when she ran into her uncles having a chat.