Chapter 0002; DOUBLE-SIDED OFFER

“How dare you speak to me in that manner?” She yelled, “ You seem to have forgotten who I am!”

Her words felt like sharp thorns piercing through Martha's skin, veins began to swell on her forehead and neck.

Sandra laughed out loudly, “And who exactly are you? The mother of a failed project ?”

She tilted her head away from Martha and turned to the audience; everyone was filming them. She became bothered because she knew this could ruin her reputation.

Facing Philip, the sight of him stirred up an insatiable anger inside her guts.

Philip rose to his feet as he squinted his eyes at her grandfather's casket and tightened his fist. He knew he was running out of time.

He gritted his teeth, noticing that Sandra was mimicking him. Philip lost it, he tightened his fist and stared into her soul as he said,

“ if Alfred dies, his blood is on your hands! Mark my words Sandra, I will avenge him!” His voice echoed in anger.

The atmosphere became gloomy as her eyes widened, her face reddened, then she raised her hand and gave him a resounding slap on his face,

“You will do no such thing! Are you threatening me? You are just a mere dog, with no name, no power! What can you do? You are insignificant Philip, insignificant!” she screamed as she pointed a finger at him.

The guests gazed in fright, they all wore a confused look on their faces. Philip stood there, his body heated up from inside out as his heart pounded.

He thought she would be compassionate due to the nature of the event but he was wrong.

“Security! Security!” Sandra called out to the guards, signaling to them, “Get this loser out of here, I don't want to see his disgusting face here..”

The guards bowed and walked towards Philip, carrying out the order just as instructed.

“Sandra, please don't do this here. He needs to help his friend.” Elena begged.

Huge hefty men grabbed Philip's arms forcefully and dragged him out of the building.

He couldn't believe he was being held captive by guards, so he pushed the guards away from him.

Phillip was so desperate, he had no choice but to do something quickly. Without thinking critically he said frustratedly,

“I'll do anything, Sandra; just return the money; I need to help Alfred.”

Sandra chuckled delightfully and inquired, “Really? Anything? Hmm, okay then, I want you to divorce Elena right now. If you do, I'll give you the money.”

Hurry up, I don't have all day!” Sandra shouted as she waited eagerly for his response.

She had planned on using Alfred's insurance claim to buy Elena a stunning wedding dress.

From the very beginning, she had opposed their union, grooming a deep dislike for Philip. She thought her beautiful and elegant sister deserved someone better.

“I'm inviting you personally to Elena's wedding, it would be such a delight to have you there. I intended on buying a wedding dress with your money but if you divorce her now, you'll make things easier.”

Elena was confused, “Wedding dress?” She muttered with a puzzled look. “What do you need a wedding dress for?”

She knew her sister was a crazy person but she didn't know Sandra would exaggerate the issue to this extent.

Sandra yelled, “It's for your wedding, little sis! What is a wedding without a sophisticated dress? It's high time you wake up and start thinking straight. Philip has nothing to offer you!”

Philip nearly broke down after hearing Sandra's request. He was lost for words, but he remained calm; his eyes felt dizzy as if spinning.

He couldn't imagine living without his loving wife. He adored Elena.

Eugene snorted and mocked as she gritted her teeth. “Poor Philip, it's a shame you married a piece of trash, and now you're in shackles.”

She then walked towards Philip buoyantly, looking into her bag.

Stretching her arm, she handed over a handkerchief to him while patting his back, and said,

“ Take it; you will need it to wipe as many tears as you can.” She sighed and chuckled satisfactorily.

One of the people for the media came closer to capture the eye-catching scene as he recorded the Peterson family crumble.

Martha couldn't care less; she knew this event would shake the status of her late father's company, and it gave her the utmost joy.

She sacrificed everything to make sure Eugene inherited Carlton's architectural firm.

Elena began to sob; she loved her grandfather very much, and they shared a very strong bond. All she wanted was a well-befitting funeral for him.

Her teary eyes withered as she spoke with weary soul, " If Father were to be here, none of this would have happened !"

With a confident smirk, Martha roared indifferently, "Your father? Oh please, give me a break." She snorted a laugh. "Henry was weak. That’s precisely why he was so easy to Kill !"

"Henry was a coward and a rotten vegetable. Who do you think did all of your grandfathers' dirty work?" She yelled, pointing at herself, and said,

"Me! Yet that ghost from hell chose your sister Eugene? God knows he belongs in hell!"

Martha wasn't bothered about the consequences of her confession; she was ready to face it.

Blood gushed down Elena's veins as she uttered, "What? You killed him? " She stammered in fright, weeping and shaking.

Her jaw flew open as she cried aggressively and said, "Sandra, she murdered our father."

"How could you kill your brother?" Sandra asked.

Did she really killed her own blood???

Martha snapped at her and said, "I'll do anything to get my daughter to the top! Mark my words, Sandra Peterson, I will destroy you!"

Elena and Sandra were weakened by the words of their aunt as they watched her act out nonchalantly.

Sandra stood still, shocked, her lips void of words as she tried to make sense of everything.

Eugene was pleased to see her cousin's family fall apart, so quickly; it excited her to see Elena worried.

Sandra buckled up the pain as though she had her ears blocked all along, which made Elena fear her even more.

How could she not shed a tear after that devastating news?

But Sandra had a plan and just right there, she found the perfect way to execute it. She wanted her alluring sister to marry another man, someone who wasn't as useless as Philip.

“So what will it be? Will you divorce her or allow your best friend to die?” Sandra asked, thirsty for his response.

Philip paused, taking so long before he answered. He glanced at his frightened wife as he said,

“Over my dead body! I will never do such a thing, you'll have to kill me first. Elena and I have been married for five years and no one can ruin our union! We are inseparable. "

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