Realizing no one was coming to her rescue, she slowly pushed herself up and walked away.
As Max and Evelyn's sports car roared past her, a sudden, desperate idea flashed through her mind.
The very next day.
Jane managed to arrange a meeting with Evelyn at a high-end café.
Evelyn strolled in holding a limited-edition designer handbag that Jane could never afford in three lifetimes.
Even though Evelyn was from the First Branch and technically out of favor within the Sinclair family, her sheer wealth and status dwarfed Jane's existence.
"Well? Did you get the money?" Evelyn asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
Jane nervously rubbed her fingers together under the table.
She hadn't raised a dime. She didn't have it.
Even if Lauren and Gavin had the assets, they would never sell their real estate or shares; everything they hoarded was for Nate's overseas tuition.
They were never going to bail her out.
"I'm sorry, Miss Sinclair. I haven't gotten the money yet."
Evelyn's expression instantly soured into contempt. "If you don't have the money, why did you waste my time? Pathetic."
She grabbed her bag, preparing to leave.
"Wait! I'm here today because I want to make a trade."
Evelyn paused, raising an eyebrow. "A trade? What kind of trade?"
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