Surprise flickered in Quincy’s eyes. He snapped, “Hey! Don’t forget—your whole family depends on me! Before you pick a fight with me, maybe ask your father’s opinion first.”
Alannah’s father had once been a small-time trader.
After she married into the Dinnigans, he leveraged their influence to run a company. Their slightest favor yielded profits he had never imagined.
Thinking of her lazy, self-indulgent father, Alannah let out a sneer. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
“Alright then. If you’re so insistent, why don’t you resign from the TV network first?”
Quincy watched her face coldly, looking for any crack in her expression.
After all, when she first worked at the network, she’d been doing menial tasks; only after marrying into his family did she become a prime anchor.
She had always valued her career. He thought he could use that to threaten her.
“Quincy,” she said steadily, “I’ll give up everything, but I will see this through until that criminal brother of hers rots in jail.”
He looked at her for a long beat, then made a call in front of her.