Chapter 236: A Typical Member of the Sinclair Family
The Mitchell family once dismissed Vivienne as merely a village girl with no significant Lyhaton connections. Had it not been for her sharp intellect and decisive actions, she might never have crossed paths with them. However, the once-underestimated village girl had risen to a level the Mitchells could now only aspire to. Vivienne not only owned Timeless Treasures, but she could also easily secure the services of the famed lawyer, Waldo. She was no longer someone they could easily manipulate.
Right then, Melissa’s mind was consumed by thoughts of Diana, leaving her unable to consider Harrison’s concerns. “It’s absurd! Diana is too young for jail!” Melissa exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears. “If she’s imprisoned, what will become of her social standing? Which reputable Lyhaton family would accept her?”
Isolated in her room, Diana found herself completely cut off; her electronic devices had been confiscated. She could distinctly hear her parents’ strained voices discussing the situation below. She hadn’t expected Vivienne to vindicate herself with the altered images, nor had she foreseen a legal battle. If Vivienne didn't drop the lawsuit, Diana knew she would likely face a long prison sentence. The thought of her ruined reputation and association with hardened criminals made her shudder. This was unacceptable; she couldn't face imprisonment. Driven by desperation, she found her door locked and pounded on it helplessly. Regret overwhelmed her. Had she anticipated this, she never would have spread those damaging photos.
Downstairs, as Melissa wept uncontrollably, Harrison, exhausted and unable to comfort her, declared resolutely, “I’ll consolidate our assets. If that’s insufficient, I’ll seek loans. We will find a way.” Melissa responded with a nod, lost in her own thoughts. Harrison took one last look at her, sighed, and left without turning back.
Vivienne soon learned from Owen that the Mitchell family had begun selling their prime real estate holdings—properties considered gold mines in the real estate world. “You’re a typical member of the Sinclair family, Vivienne,” Owen said, his voice tinged with pride and boastfulness. This pride stemmed not from family affiliation, but from Vivienne embodying the Sinclair family’s principles. Known for reciprocity rather than generosity, the Sinclairs believed in equitable retribution. Vivienne, having taken Benjamin’s lessons to heart, always sought revenge for even the smallest grievance.
“Purchase those properties before someone else does,” Vivienne instructed, glancing at Owen, who lounged on the couch. “They’ll be invaluable in less than five years.” “Consider it done,” Owen assured her confidently. Pausing, he straightened, curiosity evident. “What were your demands?”
The amount had to be substantial enough to force the Mitchells to divest such valuable assets, even hinting at the possible sale of their ancestral estate. With a subtle eyebrow raise and a mysterious smile, Vivienne casually said, “Five percent of the Mitchell Group’s market value…” While not among Lyhaton's top four elite families, the Mitchells held a strong position just below. Five percent of their market capitalization already exceeded one hundred million. Continuing in her even tone, Vivienne added, “Plus, I want the Mitchell family land in the southern commercial district.” Owen was utterly astounded.