They Thought I Was A Fool, I Was Their Only Chance Chapter 03

They Thought I Was A Fool, I Was Their Only Chance Chapter 03

After that, no one tried to teach me anything anymore.

I didn’t have to think, speak, or take responsibility.

It was exactly the life I had wanted.

But now someone was about to tear the cage open.

“Take her out.”

My father finally spoke. His voice was dry, as if it had been scraped over sandpaper.

“No one lets her back in without my permission.”

Megan tightened her grip on my arm.

She pulled me toward the door.

I didn’t move.

My feet felt rooted to the carpet.

Megan hesitated, then tugged harder.

“Miss Sinclair, don’t make a scene. Come on.”

I still didn’t move. I only watched the agreement on the table.

Blake frowned.

He kept his gentle mask in place as he came to my side and lowered his voice.

“Sloane, don’t upset your father.”

“This isn’t the time to have an episode. Be good, and I’ll buy you some candy later.”

An episode.

He called me Miss Sinclair in front of my family, then called it an episode when he was close enough to whisper.

I lifted my head and looked quietly into the eyes hiding behind his lenses.

Blake shifted back half a step.

For one second, he saw the pressure of a person used to being obeyed in the eyes of an idiot.

It had to be his imagination.

It had to be.

“Why are you still here?” my father suddenly shouted.

He slapped the table.

Water splashed from the glass onto the hardwood surface.

“Do I have to escort you out myself?”

My brother sighed and came toward me, reaching for my shoulders.

“Sloane, I’ll take you outside.”

His hand was almost on me when Grant glanced at his watch.

“Five minutes left.”

“Mr. Sinclair, my patience is running out.”

“If you think refusing to sign makes you noble, I won’t stop you. We’ll see each other in court.”

He stood and slowly buttoned his suit jacket.

“But then this won’t be a friendly acquisition. The family assets will be liquidated by court order.”

“Your wife and the daughter who can’t even speak will be out on the street.”

Grant’s words hit exactly where my father was weakest.

His shoulders collapsed.

He looked ten years older in an instant.

“I’ll sign.”

The two words landed like a verdict.

Blake pushed the agreement toward my father at once.

He uncapped a pen and offered it with a respectful nod.

“That is the wise choice, Mr. Sinclair.”

The black Montblanc pen gleamed coldly beneath the recessed lights.

My father’s hand hung in the air for a long time.

He did not take it.

Claire bit her lower lip, and tears finally spilled onto the back of her hand.

“Is there really no other way, Blake?”

She looked at him as if he were the last rope keeping her from falling.

For an instant, something like pity passed through Blake’s eyes. Then his signature gentleness covered it.

“Claire, if there were even one chance, I would never ask Richard to sign.”

“But the offshore capital behind Grant is too deeply connected. We have nothing left to bargain with.”

He even turned and gave Grant a small bow.

“Once Mr. Sinclair signs, I expect you to honor your promise and leave the family trusts intact.”

“That is our final line.”

Grant waved a hand generously.

“Of course. I take my reputation seriously.”