"This contract... I don't remember signing anything like this."
Terry's lips curled into a cold sneer.
"Olive, do you remember the night of my birthday?"
"During the party games, I blindfolded you and told you it was paperwork for a house we were buying together. Said I just needed your signature for the registration."
A chill crawled down my spine. A wave of pure, blinding hatred crashed through me.
So that was why they had the nerve to turn on me. They'd had this ace up their sleeve the entire time.
In that moment, my fury reached its breaking point.
"Terry Gilbert. Do you have any idea that you're playing with fire?"
He met my rage with nothing but contempt.
"Playing with fire?" He scoffed. "You're the one who doesn't know her place."
"You really think the eldest son of the Gilbert Group—me—would ever actually want someone like you?"
"The only reason I ever played nice with you was because you were useful."
I let out a quiet sigh, then pulled out my phone in front of everyone, my tone leaving no room for argument.
"Within ten minutes, I want to see Gilbert Group bankrupt."
The moment the words left my mouth, Terry swept his arm through the air, and a dozen security guards closed in around me.