Chapter 296



Stan sneered, “Deny it all you want, Dean, but facts don’t lie. I’ve got the DNA evidence to back it up.”

Staggering under the weight of these revelations, Dean recalled the warnings Jake had once given him.

Though reeling from the shock, Dean clung desperately to a dwindling hope. His insult was venomous and cutting. “Even if you are a Reeves, you’re nothing more than a low-born, uncultured brute!”

Slap! Instantly, Courtney stepped up, her movement swift and fierce. She slapped Dean across the face and then landed several kicks, toppling him to the ground in both pain and disgrace.

Hovering over Dean with a steely gaze, Courtney retorted sharply, “Regardless, Mr. Stan Reeves outclasses you in every conceivable way, you pathetic fool.”

Wincing from the assault, Dean managed to mock Courtney, his voice dripping with contempt. “And what right do you have to stand over me? I commanded you to claim Kallie’s life, and Stan had agreed. But what did you do? Now that Kallie has been recognized as part of the prestigious Nixon family, you guys are doomed. The Nixon family’s influence outshines the Reeves family’s.”

Hearing this, Melinda’s face drained of color, her eyes flashing with resentment as she glared at Courtney.

Enraged from her sense of guilt, Courtney lashed out at Dean again, her anger unabated. “Silence!” she yelled, each strike underscored by her words.

“Stop, Courtney!” Stan snapped.

Courtney halted abruptly, her arm frozen in the air.

Stan moved closer to Dean, his gaze cold and calculated as he observed Dean’s unraveling composure.

Dean, still caught in a whirlwind of defiance, boasted about the Reeves Group’s loyalty to him and threatened revenge once he regained his foothold.

But Stan merely chuckled at the threats. “Do you know why I worked with you? It was to gather evidence against you,” he said with a sinister grin. “And thanks to your dear wife, I now have enough to put you behind bars for life, even without spilling that you killed your own mother.”

Dean’s bravado crumbled into genuine fear. He turned a sharp, accusing look at Melinda, his voice quivering with betrayal. “Melinda, did you tell him everything? Do you understand that if I go down, you’re implicated as well?”

Melinda clenched her jaw, her resolve hardening. “I’m well aware, but I’ve made my peace with it. If it means taking you down, so be it. I’ve aligned myself with Stan now, and he’s assured my safety.”

Stan’s laughter filled the room once more. “See, Dean? Your wife has outplayed you. She’s chosen her side wisely.”

Stan gazed at Dean intently, his tone serious and threatening. “Now, let’s talk about your future. Help me ascend as the CEO of the Reeves Group, and I might let you remain in the family. You’d serve as a useful front for the public.”

Stan continued, his voice dropping colder, “But if you refuse, I’ll ensure you end up in prison. With Jake already out of the picture, the Reeves family will inevitably fall under my control. Make your choice, Dean. Your future is literally in your own hands now.”

Dean’s fists clenched tightly, his body tensing under the weight of the circumstances. Humiliation washed over him as he nodded reluctantly.

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