Chapter 210 Settling Accounts

Chapter 210 Settling Accounts

"If you don't want Freya to marry, then you marry him!"

Kirk snapped at her, his tone harsh and cruel.

Susan immediately fell silent. She looked at the husband she'd shared a bed with for over twenty years in disbelief, once again clearly realizing that the man beside her was a complete bastard.

He wouldn't even spare the wife he'd lived with for decades...

"You—"

Susan raised her hand, pointing at him, too angry at his appalling words to form a complete sentence.

"Me what?"

Kirk's attitude was cold and hard. "Do you know how much Tobias is offering as a wedding fund? One hundred million dollars."

"If you can come up with that hundred million, I won't have to marry Freya off to Tobias from the Hill family. Otherwise, forget it."

He finished coldly, each word like an icy ultimatum.

When Susan heard "one hundred million dollars," her body swayed slightly.

She knew very well she couldn't possibly come up with that much money.

"I—I don't have that much."

Kirk snorted coldly. "Since you can't come up with it, just keep quiet."

Susan clenched her jaw. "I have other ways to get the money."

She couldn't just stand by and watch her daughter marry into the Hill family, be used as a sacrifice, and end up with nothing left of her dignity. She couldn't do it.

Kirk exhaled, his tone impatient. "Fine, let's hear it."

Susan's voice turned cold. "Make them leave first."

Kirk waved his hand, dismissing the bodyguards and butler. Soon only the three of them remained in the living room.

He irritably unbuttoned his collar. "You can talk now."

Susan's tone was calm. "Freya likes Terrence, so let her marry into the Thornton family. Once she becomes Terrence's woman, those people who pulled their investments will definitely reinvest."

Kirk frowned. "You make it sound easy. Will Terrence agree?"

"Once they've slept together, we'll have someone livestream it. Donald definitely won't just sit back and do nothing."

She spoke directly, each step sounding like she'd already rehearsed it in her mind.

After Kirk heard her out, greed flashed in his eyes.

Compared to the Hill family, where a partnership could end at any time, having the backing of a financial giant like the Thornton family was the most secure and long-term choice for them.

"When are you planning to do this? The company can't wait much longer," he pressed.

Susan moved closer, whispering in his ear, "Donald will be back in the country soon, and it happens to be his..."

The two continued discussing in low voices, making their plan more complete.

"Are you sure this will work?" A trace of anxiety appeared on Kirk's face.

Susan countered, "Do you have any better ideas?" Her tone was firm. "Once we get Terrence, our family will be set for good."

In her view, anyone with a clear head would choose to minimize their losses.

That day, Terrence worked from the villa. Apart from handling a small amount of necessary work, he spent almost the entire day with Eleanor.

In the villa's home theater.

The two snuggled together on the sofa, bodies pressed close, intimately embracing and kissing while watching a movie...

The next day.

Eleanor went back to work.

Worried about her, Terrence personally drove her to Apex Tower.

"Eleanor, your period isn't over yet. Remember to rest between work."

"Yeah, I'll be careful."

A warm sweetness welled up inside her.

Terrence pressed his lips together, hesitating for a few seconds. "My grandfather's eightieth birthday is coming up. There'll be a big celebration at the old mansion, and I want to publicly announce our relationship then. Is that okay?"

Eleanor paused.

"Since it's your grandfather's eightieth birthday, he's the main focus. Won't we be stealing his spotlight?"

She was a bit hesitant, unsure if it was appropriate.

"It's fine." Terrence smiled gently, his tone warm. "My grandfather won't mind. Besides, me having a girlfriend is something he'll be happy about too—like adding another layer of joy to the day."

Eleanor nodded. "If you think it's okay, then it's fine."

She didn't dwell on it further and decided to go with his plan.

Back at the studio.

She greeted her employees, then returned to her office to work.

When it was time to leave.

Terrence was already waiting downstairs.

She got in the car and fastened her seatbelt. "Terrence, I want to go back to the old mansion."

Maya had sent her a message that afternoon. She was worried Maya might be concerned, so she wanted to visit.

"Okay, let's go now."

Terrence started the engine, and the car pulled away from Apex Tower...

After a while.

They arrived at The Mitchell Mansion.

When Maya saw them arrive together, the worry on her face quickly faded, replaced by a relieved expression. "Seeing your relationship get better every day makes me so happy." She paused, looking at Eleanor. "Has the studio crisis been completely resolved?"

"Mom, everything's fine now." Eleanor answered with a smile.

Maya was still a bit worried and asked again, "How did you deal with those people?"

Eleanor's tone was light. "Terrence helped me settle the score with them. They're definitely not doing too well right now."

Like Freya—she'd always lived a life of being flattered, and suddenly falling from such heights, she must be extremely unbalanced inside. Maybe she'd even try to strike back...

Eleanor narrowed her eyes slightly.

She knew very well that the Wells family mother-daughter duo might continue causing trouble in the future. She had to be prepared.

After hearing this, Maya smiled at her future son-in-law Terrence. "Terry, I see how good you are to Eleanor. I feel very comfortable leaving my daughter with you."

"Thank you for your trust." Terrence's lips curved slightly as his large hand clasped Eleanor's tighter, the two moving even closer.

The atmosphere between them was natural and intimate.

Watching the young couple at the peak of their romance, Maya felt increasingly reassured.

"You two go upstairs for a bit. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

She shooed them upstairs, not wanting them underfoot in the kitchen.

The two went upstairs.

The hallway lights cast a soft yellow glow.

Terrence suddenly pinned her against the wall, his large hand tucking her loose hair behind her ear, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Eleanor, your mother really trusts me, since she's not worried about me taking advantage of you here."

"Who's taking advantage of who is still up for debate." Eleanor huffed softly, wrapping her arms around his solid waist, her index finger deliberately tracing slow circles on his back.

Terrence's body instantly tensed.

He looked down at her, his voice low and husky. "Eleanor, don't provoke me."

"I'm not."

Eleanor immediately denied it.

"You little tease, you're the one who started this." Terrence finished in a low voice, then leaned down to kiss her lips.

Eleanor wasn't surprised at all. She quietly enjoyed the kiss, slowly closing her eyes.

When the kiss ended.

Terrence still couldn't bear to leave her lips, his gaze growing darker.

If she weren't in her special time right now, he definitely wouldn't stop here.

He reached up and gently pinched her nose. "When your period's over, we'll properly finish what we started."

Hearing the dangerous undertone in his voice, Eleanor's face flushed, her heartbeat quickened, and she mumbled quietly, "Fine, I'll wait."

The previous times, they'd stopped at critical moments and hadn't actually had complete sex yet.

If she hadn't seen the size of his cock with her own eyes, she would have started wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Thinking this, her gaze slowly drifted down to a certain area of his pants, her eyes instantly showing obvious surprise.

His cock was indeed impressively large.

She had barely teased him, and it was already straining against the fabric.

Terrence covered her eyes with his hand, his voice strained with restraint. "Eleanor, don't look."