Chapter 680
Christina let out a deep breath, her expression strained with unease. “I just hope I didn’t make the wrong decision back then.”
Aspen did not bother to answer. Whether Christina admitted it or not, the truth was already clear.
Yet, here she was–desperately clinging to the belief that she had been right all along. It was laughable. No, it was downright pathetic.
Aspen found it amusing, but in a way, she was the same. She had been crushed by Andrew time and time again, only to refuse to accept it.
She had also kept chasing after her so-called dignity, convinced that she, Aspen of Bridgefields’ Stevens family, could never lose. In the end, she and Christina were not so different.
The two women soon arrived at the Weller family estate.
Harvey had not seen Christina in a while, but the moment she walked through the door, he smirked.
He teased, “Christie, don’t tell me you’ve come to your senses and decided to crawl back to me. If that’s the case, I might be willing to give you another chance. Bring Stevens Corporation under my name, and I’ll make sure your family is set for life.”
Christina shot him a look of pure disgust. “Harvey, you’re nothing but a perverted scumbag who sleeps with his own stepmother. Just hearing your voice makes my skin crawl!”
Harvey’s smirk instantly darkened, his jaw tightening. “If you’re not here to beg, then what the hell do you want, you bitch? Whatever it is, I don’t have time for it. But don’t worry–once I’m done with my business, I’ll make sure to crush the Stevens family properly.”
Aspen scoffed. “You can try, Harvey. But if you so much as lay a finger on Christie, I’ll make sure the entire Weller family burns to the ground.”
Harvey let out a mocking laugh. “Aspen, drop the act. Do you really think your Bridgefields’ Stevens family scares me? Anyway, just say what you need to say, and then get the hell out.”
Christina ignored his hostility and got straight to the point. “Harvey, back at Jayrodale Bank, you lied about calling Mr. Thatcher to help me, didn’t you?”
Harvey leaned back, his smirk returning. He mocked, “Took you long enough to figure that out. Christina, you really are exactly what Andrew said you were–just a pretty face with no brains to match.”
He continued, “That’s right. I never had the power to call Mr. Thatcher. That was all Andrew. After saving Thatcher’s life, he became one of his most trusted people. That bastard got lucky–his entire life has been one stroke of dumb luck after another.”
Christina barely processed the last part of Harvey’s words. All she heard was Andrew had been important from the very beginning.
She took a slow breath, her heart pounding. “Then let me ask you something else–whenever the Stevens family was in trouble, you weren’t the one who stepped in to help us, were you?”
Harvey rolled his eyes and looked at her like she was an idiot. He scoffed, “Do you even have to ask? Why the hell would I help the Stevens family? Sure, back then, I wanted to get you into my bed, so I made a few small efforts to impress you. But every time I tried to take the spotlight, that bastard Andrew got in my way!”
His voice grew sharper, tinged with resentment. “And if that wasn’t enough, on the very day I became head of the Weller family, Andrew walked in and nearly crippled my family’s elders. Then, just when I thought I’d finally get rid of your precious Stevens family, Andrew swooped in again and bailed you out.”
“If it weren’t for him, your company would have gone under long ago. And you?” Harvey licked his lips, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.
“You’d already be in my bed. Those long legs of yours, that cold, untouchable face… I could play with you for years and never get bored.”
His eyes darkened with lust, his greedy gaze raking over her body. It had been too long since he had Serena to satisfy him, and now, standing before him, was Christina–the one woman he had always wanted to break.