At that mont Valentina’s father took a deep breath, his brows furrowing as his mind raced to make sense of what just happened. Then he sat down heavily, his fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest of his chair.
"No... no, this doesn’t make sense." His voice was low, almost as if he was whispering to soone.
He leaned forward, rubbing his temples.
"That particular law firm... the one that just humiliated today." He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring.
The na of the firm rang loudly in his mind—Lancaster & Holton Law.
A na that sent shivers down the spine of the most powerful families in the country.
They never accepted small cases. Never involved themselves in anything beneath a first-class family dispute.
But...
"They do have that charity program," he muttered, his gaze narrowing.
His lawyer had ntioned sothing about it a while ago—a new initiative where they randomly picked a case to handle pro bono.
"They started it last week."
Imdiately he sat up straighter, his fingers tightening against the chair.
"Could it be... Raymond was the one they picked?"
His voice was laced with incredulity.
Could it really be just luck?
Did that worthless man actually stumble into the biggest stroke of luck imaginable?
For a long mont, Valentina’s father sat there, his fingers digging into the edge of his chair, his breathing heavy with barely contained rage.
"So that’s it," he muttered, his voice low but shaking with anger.
His eyes burned with frustration as the pieces fell into place.
"That’s the only way that bastard could have managed this."
At that mont he clenched his fists, his nails pressing into his palm so hard it nearly drew blood.
"That ridiculous charity program... He got lucky. That’s all this is—pure, stupid luck!"
Then he exhaled sharply, pushing himself to his feet. His hands trembled from the sheer force of his fury.
"If it weren’t for that, he would have been crushed today. They would have eaten him alive!"
At that mont his chest rose and fell as he paced, his shoes clicking against the polished floor with each aggressive step.
There was no way around it—they couldn’t go head-to-head with Lancaster & Holton Law.
"Damn it!"
He slamd his fist onto the table, making the destroyed docunts on it shake.
He had to accept this loss.
For now.
But his teeth ground together at the thought of letting Raymond walk away unscathed.
That was unacceptable.
"This isn’t over," he growled.
His lips curled into a sneer as he turned toward the window, gazing out as if he could already see his next move forming in the distance.
"Even if this failed, I will find another way."
His voice was like ice.
"That bastard will not stay in my family. This is a damn taboo, and I won’t let it happen."
At that mont his jaw tightened even more. His fury was far from subsiding.
If today wasn’t the day he got rid of Raymond, then tomorrow would be.
**
Raymond’s father leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on Valentina as she spoke with unwavering determination. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
Raymond’s mother, seated beside him, exchanged a quick glance with her son. There was an undeniable pride in her eyes, but also a hint of concern.
Valentina sat upright, her hands resting firmly on her lap, her gaze never wavering.
"I know it might not be traditional," she said, her voice steady. "But I can’t sit at ho doing nothing. I love to work. I love to contribute. I want to be part of sothing that matters."
Then she took a slow breath before continuing, her tone filled with conviction.
"That’s why I want to ask for your permission, sir." She looked directly at Raymond’s father.
"I know if I ask Raymond, he will agree without hesitation, but I want your approval first. Please, grant a position in your company."
Imdiately the room fell silent.
Raymond’s father’s fingers stopped tapping. His sharp gaze studied her for a long mont, as if weighing the weight of her words.
However Raymond remained quiet, watching the scene unfold, his expression unreadable. He already knew Valentina’s strength, but he also knew Benjamin wouldn’t make such decisions with getting his approval.
At that mont Raymond’s mother exhaled lightly and offered Valentina a small smile.
"She’s serious about this," she said, finally breaking the silence.
Raymond’s father remained still. Then, slowly, he nodded.
"You’re willing to do everything possible to make sure the company reaches a greater height?" he asked, his deep voice carrying authority.
Valentina didn’t hesitate.
"Yes, sir. I promise I won’t let you down."
At that mont Raymond’s father raised an eyebrow at Valentina’s words, his expression unreadable. The weight of what she was saying was not lost on him, it was on Raymond, and she didn’t know if he should agree or not
Valentina, however, remained firm, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress lightly as she spoke.
"I’ve been working on a major contract for years now," she began, her voice clear and confident. "It’s finally at the stage where it’s ready to be signed. But there’s one problem—it’s set to go under my father’s company."
She took a breath, her gaze flickering between Raymond and his parents. "I can’t let that happen. This is my work, my effort. I built this from the ground up. I refuse to hand it over to people who don’t even acknowledge my worth."
Raymond’s mother tilted her head slightly, curiosity flashing in her eyes.
"And what exactly do you plan to do about it, dear?" she asked, her voice gentle yet sharp.
Imdiately Valentina squared her shoulders.
"I want to bring the contract here. I know I can. I have the connections, I’ve handled the negotiations, and I know how to seal the deal."
Raymond’s father’s fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair again, a habit he had when deep in thought.
"And this contract," he finally said, his voice slow and deliberate, "where is it coming from?"
Valentina t his gaze without hesitation.
"It’s from one of the investnt firms under GSK."
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