Chapter 347: Though Born into Wealth

Though born into wealth, Grant Holloway never relied on his family's privilege.

He'd seen too many lowlifes like Donna Russo and Trevor Russo.

All righteous talk on the surface, but extortion at heart.

Just as expected—

Donna's eyes gleamed with calculation. "Since you're being direct, I'll cut to the chase. My daughter's been ruined by you. Compensation is only fair. We want this amount..."

She held up five fingers.

Grant narrowed his eyes.

"Fifty million. Not a penny less!"

A scoff escaped him.

Not anger—pure derision.

Trevor's jaw nearly hit the floor.

They'd agreed on five hundred thousand!

How did it jump a hundredfold?!

"What's so funny?" Donna snapped. "My daughter's innocence and health can't be bought back with money!"

Grant's smile turned icy. "Can't be bought back? Or simply worthless? Choose your next words carefully."

He'd already shown mercy by not exposing Paige Lawson's schemes.

Now they dared demand money?

Desperation truly knew no bounds.

"What are you implying?" Donna's face darkened. "How dare you insult my daughter?!"

"Because she's vile. Threw herself at me, faked a pregnancy, then aborted it herself."

Donna's gaze flickered.

She knew.

Grant arched a brow. "So you were complicit?"

Donna exploded. "You heartless bastard! You ruin my girl and now blame her? Where I come from, beasts like you get drowned in a pig cage!"

"You think you can walk away scot-free? Dream on!"

"Pay up or marry her! Take responsibility!"

Grant didn't even bother with sarcasm now.

So Paige learned her treachery at her mother's knee.

Donna kept ranting. "Fifty million cuts all ties. What a bargain!"

"First, she's not worth it. Second, you can't threaten me."

"Lastly—get out. Call security!"

His assistant immediately dialed the intercom.

Guards arrived swiftly, hauling the pair toward the exit.

"Ow—!" Donna face-planted onto the pavement.

"Mom!" Trevor scrambled to help, equally disheveled.

She scrambled up, shaking her fist at the building. "You bastard! Rot in hell! How dare you treat me like this? I curse you #$%&...!"