Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 936

"Hmph! You have no right to judge me, Dylan. You ungrateful wretch, I couldn't care less about having a son like you. I didn't come here to find you anyway. I came for her!" Amber glared daggers at Elena.

"What do you want with me?" Elena asked calmly.

"Elena, you little bitch! You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone what happened at the hotel! Why did you tell Scarlett?! Why?!" Amber shrieked, her composure shattering.

If Elena hadn't ruined everything, she would still be living comfortably in the Sinclair mansion. Now that the old man was down, the Third Branch could have secured a massive chunk of the inheritance for Patrick. But she had been thrown out. She had completely lost her footing. Now, the entire family was practically under Ethan's absolute control.

"I could ask you the same thing," Elena fired back, stepping closer. "Why did you hire mercenaries to assassinate me in Falveria? You're the truly ruthless one, Amber. You were paranoid, so you tried to wipe me out!"

Amber frowned in genuine confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? When did I ever send assassins after you in Falveria? Stop making up lies to play the victim! You're the treacherous one. We had a deal, and you stabbed me in the back!"

"It really wasn't you?" A cold realization washed over Elena.

"Of course not! If it was me, why would I bother coming here today? You broke our deal, and now you owe me an explanation!"

"What kind of explanation are you looking for?" Elena asked, her mind racing.

"I want you to convince Dylan to transfer or sell his five percent shares in the Sinclair Group to Patrick!"

Dylan scoffed. "In your dreams." It was always about Patrick.

Dylan caught on immediately. "So you're saying Scarlett orchestrated the entire assassination just so she could swoop in as your savior, earn your trust, and trick you into giving up Amber's secret."

"Exactly. It's my fault for believing her. She put on an incredible performance, and I was so desperate and grateful to be alive that I didn't question it. But thinking back, how could she have possibly shown up at that exact moment? Even if she claimed she was abroad visiting friends, a woman in her failing health has no business making a long, exhausting trip to a warzone."

"What do we do now? Are we still going to the cemetery, or are we paying Scarlett a visit?" Dylan asked.

"We go to Scarlett first. She manipulated me, and because of her schemes, Max is dead. I'm going to drag her to his grave and make her confess!" Elena said, her voice dropping to a dangerous chill.

Her heart was filled with a burning hatred for Scarlett Sinclair.