Chapter: 91

Despair clouded Lilliana's gaze.

Alan, once her ally, now viewed her with contempt and wouldn't intervene.

Miguel, on the other hand, seemed to derive a perverse pleasure from witnessing others' misery.

"So, what will you do with this chance if I give it to you?" Miguel asked.

A flicker of hope ignited in Lilliana's eyes. "I'll do anything you ask, I promise! Just let me go!"

She was already scheming her escape, knowing that if she could just get away, Miguel wouldn't so easily recapture her. Yet Miguel's piercing gaze suggested imminent danger.

“Lilliana, does Alan know that you were my mistress?" he taunted. “If he discovered that his true love's sister was my woman, how do you think he'd see you? Wouldn't that be a spectacle?"

Lilliana's face paled, and she collapsed back onto the floor, her energy drained by the weight of her dread.

"I need dirt on the Hewitt Group. I don't care how you manage it. This is your final opportunity," Miguel declared, his gaze sharp and unfaltering as he stared at Lilliana.

A chill ran down Lilliana's spine as she faced Miguel's unyielding stare. The path before her was narrow and fraught with danger, yet she had no choice but to tread it. With a hesitant nod, she murmured, “I understand."

"Good," Miguel replied with a thin smile. "You have three days. Don't disappoint me."

Lilliana attempted to extend her deadline. "Could I perhaps have a bit more time?" she pleaded.

"Of course," Miguel conceded with deceptive mildness. He then turned his wheelchair away, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Just inform Alan beforehand, so he's prepared to collect what's left of you."

Lilliana could hardly remember leaving the villa; it felt as though she had been chased out, marked for doom. The reality of Miguel's threat weighed heavily on her, echoing ominously as a true peril rather than mere intimidation.

Shaken, Lilliana found herself on the street leading home, her legs barely supporting her. She leaned against a wall, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves.

Time was slipping through her fingers. She quickly changed her attire and headed straight for the Hewitt Group headquarters.

It was late, but Alan was still at his office. Lilliana reached the executive floor, but Dylan, Alan's assistant, blocked her path. “Miss Willis, Mr. Hewitt is currently occupied."

Gaining access to Alan's office had grown significantly more challenging for Lilliana since their last unsettling encounter.

Patiently, she settled onto a nearby sofa, her composed facade masking the turmoil within. "I'll wait here. Please let Alan know I've arrived," she told Dylan calmly.

Dylan, pausing to assess her unexpected tranquility, finally decided to inform Alan. "Mr. Hewitt, Miss Willis is outside. It seems she has something urgent to discuss."

Alan, buried in his work, acknowledged Dylan's message but continued with his tasks.

Time slipped by, and it wasn't until much later that he looked up from his desk. "Have her come in now," he instructed.

Dylan returned to the waiting area. "Miss Willis, Mr. Hewitt is ready for you now."

Startled from her thoughts, Lilliana quickly rose. As she entered Alan's office, she smoothed her expression into one of calculated sweetness. “Alan, are you still caught up with work?"