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Chapter_262
Jeremiah’s eyes darkened at the mention of his father’s name. His jaw tightened slightly, a subtle shift in his expression that only those who knew him well would notice. The room held its breath, the tension palpable as he locked his gaze onto Eleanore, who had dared to bring up Clifford. The silence that followed seemed to stretch out, making everyone uncomfortable.
Jeremiah’s voice broke the stillness, cold and unyielding. “Do not speak of my father again. This is my decision, not his. And Clifford knows better than to interfere in my matters. If he had an issue, he would address it with me directly, not through you.”
His words were measured, deliberate, and the threat in his tone was clear. He wasn’t a man who took kindly to being questioned, especially when it came to his family and decisions. Eleanore, who had thought she could play her cards by involving his father, now seemed at a loss for words. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Gloria, realizing the gravity of the situation, seemed to shrink in her seat, visibly trembling. The other ladies, too, were silent, frozen in place. None dared to challenge Jeremiah, the man who was feared not only for his rank but also for the cold, unflinching way in which he handled situations. The women, once so smug and eager to argue, now realized they were no longer in control.
Jeremiah, unfazed, pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his movements smooth and precise. As the phone rang, the room seemed to close in on itself. Everyone was watching him, waiting for the next move. When the call connected, Jeremiah’s voice was low but firm, his words clipped. “Prepare seventy million in cash.”
The demand hung in the air like a threat, and everyone in the room froze. No one knew why Jeremiah would ask for such a large sum of money, but the implication was clear. It was a signal that something serious was about to happen.
Yvette, who had been standing quietly beside Aurora, watching the scene unfold, didn’t react. Her expression remained calm and detached as she glanced at her phone. She had seen Jeremiah handle situations like this before, and while the amount of money being requested was significant, it was nothing compared to the power Jeremiah wielded.
Once the call ended, Jeremiah moved forward, his strides long and purposeful. He approached Yvette, stopping just a few feet away. Aurora, sitting nearby, couldn’t help but notice the space between them, the way Jeremiah’s tall frame towered over Yvette. She couldn’t deny that there was a certain tension in the air, something almost electric. But before she could react, she tugged at Yvette’s sleeve, a subtle gesture for her to step back.
Yvette, always the obedient one, took two steps back, putting some distance between herself and Jeremiah. Aurora couldn’t help but glance at them, thinking, ‘Is he really that oblivious? Does he not realize how close he’s standing to Yvette?’
Jeremiah noticed the shift in position and tilted his head slightly. His eyes narrowed as if trying to decipher something that didn’t quite add up. ‘Is my mom trying to steal my girlfriend? And is she succeeding?’ he thought to himself, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to the group of women, his face a mask of disdain.
With one last glance at the trembling women, he spoke in a tone that carried the weight of finality. “Tomorrow, the Chavez family will personally deliver three million three hundred thousand dollars to each of you as compensation for the injuries you sustained today.”
The ladies, who had been barely able to contain their panic, suddenly froze in shock. They couldn’t believe their ears. Three million three hundred thousand dollars each? What had just happened? They had expected Jeremiah to lash out or punish them, but instead, he was offering them money. It was beyond comprehension.
Yvette, who had been quietly watching the exchange, barely reacted. She simply raised her head slightly to glance at Jeremiah, then lowered her gaze back to her phone as if she were unaffected by the entire ordeal.
Aurora, who had been listening with interest, sighed dramatically. “Oh, come on. If I had known they were getting three million dollars each, I would’ve hit them a few more times. Now I feel like I missed out,” she muttered, her voice light and teasing.
Darnell, who had been standing near the group, couldn’t help but twitch at her comment. He found Aurora’s attitude amusing but also a bit perplexing. She seemed so carefree, almost too relaxed about the whole situation. And yet, Jeremiah’s actions were so calculated and precise. He couldn’t figure out if this was all part of some master plan or if Jeremiah was simply acting on a whim.
Yvette smirked slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she lowered her phone. Her eyes were cold, and she spoke with an air of finality. “They won’t get it.”
Aurora paused, surprised by her comment. “What do you mean? You think Jeremiah won’t pay them?”
Yvette didn’t respond immediately, simply returning to her phone with a nonchalant shrug. “My son doesn’t break his promises. But if you’re asking whether they’ll actually get that money… no, they won’t.”
Aurora blinked, processing Yvette’s words. “You mean… this is just a game to him? He’s not actually going to pay them?”
Yvette’s smirk deepened. “Jeremiah doesn’t do things halfway. He’s just making a point.”
Meanwhile, the rich ladies had been whispering among themselves, still trying to process what they had just heard. Gloria, who had been the most desperate, finally found the courage to ask, “Mr. Jeremiah, are you really going to pay us each three million three hundred thousand dollars?”
Jeremiah didn’t even bother to respond directly. His gaze was fixed on Darnell, who stood ready to carry out his next orders. Without missing a beat, Jeremiah turned to him. “I want to sue them for defamation of a soldier,” he said, his tone icy.
Darnell’s eyes widened as he quickly understood the implications. The new Clusia law had recently been updated to increase penalties for defaming soldiers and their families. This was no longer just about a little gossip; it was about legal repercussions. Defamation of a soldier could result in serious consequences, including jail time, and Jeremiah knew how to wield that power to his advantage.
Darnell, now fully grasping the situation, stepped forward. “Understood. I’ll make sure to take care of it immediately.”
The rich ladies, already nervous and unsettled, began to panic. “What do you mean by defamation? We were just talking. It wasn’t serious! Can’t you just let this go?” one of them asked, her voice shaky.
Another lady chimed in, trying to salvage the situation, “We have lawyers! You can’t do this to us. It’s just defamation!”
Darnell chuckled darkly. “Ladies, I suggest you come with me. The law against defamation is not something to take lightly. You’re looking at serious consequences here. The minimum penalty is two years, the maximum ten. You can have your lawyers meet us at the station. They’ll explain just how serious this is.”
Before the women could respond, the police officers entered the room, handcuffing them quickly and efficiently. The ladies, now in full panic mode, pleaded for mercy, their voices rising in desperation.
Aurora, who had been watching the scene unfold, leaned back in her chair and looked at Yvette. “Isn’t this a bit much?”
Yvette didn’t look up from her phone, but her lips twitched slightly. “They’ve learned nothing. Now they will.”
As the women were escorted out, their protests became more frantic, but Jeremiah remained unmoved. The matter was settled, and the game was over.
Aurora, still amused by the chaos, leaned over to Yvette and whispered, “I think they finally got the message.”
Yvette didn’t reply but let out a soft laugh, her eyes cold yet content. She knew Jeremiah had done what needed to be done. There was no room for weakness, not when dealing with people like this.
