Chapter 394

Harrison had already seen the photo Oliver sent. Today marked one of the darkest moments for the Whitmore family. They had clawed their way up, trampling over Benjamin's legacy with every step, only to come crashing down hard.

"I saw it," Harrison responded.

"I told them only you could help now, that they must come to you. Do you think they'll actually beg for your assistance?"

A confident smirk curled Harrison's lips. "They will."

She knew the Whitmores inside out. When their fortune hung in the balance, they'd choke down their pride and crawl to her. Humiliating? Absolutely. Necessary? Without question.

"How can you be so certain?"

Harrison carefully arranged a crimson rose in the crystal vase, fingertips grazing the velvety petals.

"I know them better than they know themselves. They'll come groveling."

Exactly sixty-three minutes later, the Whitmore clan stood gaping at the gates of The Regal Estates.

Margaret's jaw dropped. "Harrison actually lives here now?"

Isabella, Penelope, and Victoria had conveniently omitted mentioning Harrison's luxury car and mansion. Swallowing their pride to seek help from the woman they'd scorned? The ultimate humiliation. Yet here they stood.

Isabella nodded stiffly. "Apparently so."

Margaret clutched her chest dramatically. "While we're freezing out here, she's living like royalty! Why her? Why?!"

Victoria sneered, "Men, obviously. Didn't you see how Mr. Oliver dotes on her? This estate? His gift."

Penelope added bitterly, "No way she could afford this herself. Nothing to envy here."

Margaret's breathing steadied slightly. "Enough. Focus on how we approach this."

Isabella and Penelope still couldn't fathom why Alistair and Oliver both insisted only Harrison could solve their crisis.

At Harrison's doorstep, Isabella hesitated before pressing the bell.

Silence.

She jabbed the button again.

The door swung open to reveal Harrison, her piercing gaze sweeping over them like a queen surveying peasants. "To what do I owe this... pleasure?"

Margaret forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Harrison... We've hit some... difficulties. You're aware?"

"Difficulties? Whose difficulties? Last I checked, you severed all ties. Or did you forget disowning me?" Harrison's voice dripped with amusement.

Margaret's face darkened. "How dare—"

Isabella cut in hastily. "Don't be ridiculous! You're still family! Now that Penelope's been swindled by that fraud Dr. Sinclair, you should—"

Penelope chimed in, "Exactly! You can't be this heartless! Our downfall benefits you nothing! If you're enjoying this, you're no better than—"

Harrison's icy stare silenced them. "Finished?"

Before they could respond, she moved to slam the door. "Harrison!"

Isabella wedged her foot in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

Harrison's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Let me guess - you're here to beg. Yet you're lecturing me instead." Her gaze raked over each family member. "Need me to teach you how to ask for favors properly? Because this attitude?" She laughed coldly. "Won't get you anywhere."