That was the only thing holding her back now. Not her will. Not her strategy. Not even the risk.
Just one thing: the money.
And in her world, money wasn't just currency. It was power. It was security. It was silence and influence and protection, all wrapped into one. And right now, she didn't have enough of it.
Her face turned slightly pale.
Without that money… she might as well hand the throne over to JSK herself.
At that moment, Abigail's heart thudded harder against her chest. Her chest rose and fell with a kind of heavy pressure that she hadn't felt in years—the pressure of failing her mother. She slowly sat down in her chair, unable to stand beneath the weight of everything crashing down around her. The walls of her office suddenly felt smaller. Tighter. Suffocating.
"No…" she whispered under her breath. "This is wrong… so wrong."
