Chapter 487
Richard Lowell's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Emily Lowell.
"How dare you claim it was necessary? After all the scandals with 'River Banquet,' didn't I turn a blind eye each time?"
His voice trembled. "Even when the box office flopped, I never reprimanded you!"
Emily curled her lips into a cold smile.
It was true Richard had never scolded her.
But she knew better than anyone—it was only because of her engagement to the Cunningham family.
Without that arranged marriage, she'd be nothing in Richard's eyes.
Hadn't Sophia Laurent been forced into that therapeutic marriage with comatose Alexander Valdemar when her value diminished?
"Father, the Cunningham alliance was inevitable anyway. What does it matter if they get the research?"
She spoke casually. "Dr. Quincy's team still works for Lowell Entertainment, don't they?"
Emily lifted her chin. "You always said I was like your real daughter. Shouldn't I receive gifts for my wedding?"
Richard shook with rage.
In just two months, the Lowell empire had begun crumbling.
Dr. Quincy's medical robotics project was their last hope.
Now Emily had handed it over like a party favor.
Slap!
The sharp crack of a palm striking flesh echoed through the room.
Emily clutched her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock.
No one had ever dared strike her before.
"So this is how you treat me over some stupid research?"
Her voice turned shrill. "All that talk about being your real daughter—what a joke!"
A sudden laugh burst from her lips.
"Hah... Only that idiot Sophia would be foolish enough to care about you people—"
The room plunged into silence.
"Shut your mouth!"
Nathan Lowell's eyes burned crimson. "I know what you did to Sophia all those years ago!"
His knuckles turned white. "Such cruelty at such a young age—you're just like your butcher parents."
Emily's expression froze momentarily.
Then she recovered with practiced ease.
"Who are you to play the saint now?"
Her mocking tone cut deep. "Who locked Sophia in her room without food? Who left her outside in winter? Who set the dogs on her? Who beat her?"
Nathan paled.
His fists clenched until the bones threatened to break through skin.
"If you hadn't deceived me, I would never—"
His voice cracked. "This is all your doing!"
Emily smirked.
"What can you possibly do about it now?"
She tilted her chin higher. "I'm Mrs. Cunningham now—future matriarch of the Cunningham empire."
"You'd better think carefully about how to address me from now on."