Luka was so angry he nearly toppled over.
When he realized she was immune to pressure, he tried a new angle.
"Fine. No more back-and-forth. If you'll just donate a kidney—"
Maeve's voice went flat. "Not happening."
"At least let me finish—"
"If this conversation is about my kidney," Maeve said, eyes bored, "I suggest you shut your mouth."
Luka ground his teeth. "Alright. Then you will keep supplying the medicine until your brother finds a matching donor."
"I'll give you two million. And I'll add a two-bedroom condo near the Beltway."
Maeve didn't move an inch. "Two billion. Not a cent less."
Luka slammed his palm on the table. "Our family doesn't have two billion in cash! That number includes stock, properties, investments, businesses—everything."
Maeve didn't flinch. "Then transfer assets worth two billion into my name."
"Maeve, don't be greedy. Even if the family's fortune started with your mother's recipes, I'm the one who built Morales Group into what it is today."
"You want half the empire just because you share blood? That's insane."
Maeve gave a cold laugh. "So Ansel isn't worth that much to you after all."
At the mention of his son, Luka's chest tightened.
He'd always favored boys over girls. He'd divorced and remarried because Isla had given him what he wanted—a son.
He could ignore Anya's fate, but Ansel had to live.
So Luka swallowed his pride.

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