Elara picked up the contract and began to read it over. A smile flickered in her kind eyes.
Her dad would always be her dad. But Jareth had obviously hammered out this contract after she gone to bed. Everything was basically in all caps.
Jareth would take over the Kincaid Corporation, yes, but if she signed on the dotted line of this nice little legal document — complete power of attorney with full right to her voice, actions, and words becoming his ownership as well.
Jareth grew irritated as he saw Elara flip through each paper of the contract. He really didn't think she would get it. From what he heard she didn't even go to a country school.
Elara, don't think too much. If you sign today, I'll give you $100 000 as your monthly allowance. The Kincaid Family will provide you with ease of living. You don't have to return to the countryside any more!
$100 000 per month?
Yeah, for most people that would be a lot of money.
But for $100,000 per month, would she really choose to give up the power to control wealth in the tens of billions and be imprisoned? Did Jareth think she was an idiot?
She put the contract back on the table, and an ugly smile came on her lips as she turned her eyes slowly on Jareth.
Her lips parted slightly as she spat out a single syllable full of bitterness.
"No!" Jareth was so angry that his face turned green. His eyebrows shot straight down and nearly hit the table. And he very nearly slammed his hand onto the table as well.
Subject: JARETH
You.
But Jareth was oldish and had already beenin the business world for a long time. Jareth was very angry but he managed to control it.
Jareth struggled wearily for composure, exchanging words with Elara as politely as he ever knew how with her. She would respond to nothing but kid gloves, in his view.
"Elara, I'm doing you a favor. Your grandfather worked for the Kincaid Corporation his whole life. It has to be played out!
Elara took a piece of paper out of her pocket. She unfolded it and laid it in front of Jareth.
Jareth looked it over and had to stop himself from fainting in a fit of rage. The words "Law of Succession" were written clearly at the top.
She even went on to tell them about it once Jareth had finished reading.
I'm old enough now. I'm entitled to inherit and control my money. I don't need a guardian or approval from anyone else to manage my money.
Jareth looked grim. Elara had caught him off guard. Jareth hadn't imagined that Elara would have even studied the Law of Succession.
Wasn't Jareth told that Elara didn't even attend a high school? How could she be so bright?
But before Jareth could give way to his temper, Maris spoke first.
She wasn't as calm as Jareth. Having realized that Elara hadn't felt their "good intentions", Maris brought her hand down on the table with a bang and raising her finger, she shouted.
"It would be an honor to call you ungrateful. The Kincaid have sheltered you until now. Is this how you repay us? You're really a disaster. A waste of time. If you sign this, we'll still be family. If you can't tell what's good for yourself, blame only yourself!"
That's right. And if you don't sign, we'll kick you out!' Caius echoed his mother's words from the side of the room.
Elara allowed her gaze to take in Maris steadily as it passed over her. She would not be so quick as to break under pressure. Her file spoke for itself.
Maris's maiden name was Rachel Lang. She wasn't born into a noble family, she'd gotten hitched with Jareth because of the one thing he had in abundance: charming handsomeness.
Following the birth of four children and cementing her status as Mrs. Kincaid, Maris became one half of the Cirque du Soleil-like act to owning the fortunes of one of Casier's wealthiest significant families.
However, speaking of a mother that the people on the outside all praised, Maris was having an expression of despise like she is looking at her enemy on Elara. That was really too funny.
A jinx?
It had been so long since someone had said this in front of Elara but she vaguely remembers that someone has indeed scolded her, called her this, when she was younger and how the birth of a jinx like her brought nothing but disasters to the Kincaid. Who was that?
She couldn't remember clearly. It seemed that the person had gone mad!
Since then, nobody dared to call Elara that in her face anymore.
Against Maris 's and her son's threat, Elara seemed calm. She didn't seem to show any expressions.
As if she knew everything will eventually lead to this. From her pocket, Elara took out another piece of neatly folded A4 paper.
It had been the "Law of Succession" before. What was it this time?
This paper was for Maris.
As Elara handed the paper to her, Maris reached out to take it. On a glance at it she almost fainted from anger.
Declaration To Terminate Parent-Child Relationship
The girl was truly ruthless!
Elara lightly glanced at Maris. As she looked very angry and her face was already red, Elara felt that her own expression was much calmer.
"Just biological parents of mine, I won't resist if you want to end your parent-child relationship with me. Orin gave me this. He said you just need to sign on it!"
Elara turned her eye from Maris to Caius.
Her eyes were as eerie and cold as ever, but the smile on her face was so kind.
The difference was too great. Caius shuddered, swallowing the saliva he had produced when he spoke with some difficulty. "W-why are you looking at me like that?"
"Grandpa originally owned this mansion. If you terminate your relationship with me, you will be the one kicked out of this mansion!"
Elara spoke so calmly without a hint of emotion as if it had nothing to do with her and she was just an announcer.
Caius was almost scared enough to throw himself at Maris and cry just from looking into that country girl's eyes!
Maris was so mad she felt like she could blast fire out of her nostrils. There was only one person to turn to for help with this crisis.
"Jareth, are you listening to what that brat just said? She wants to tear us up and eat us!"
With his brows furrowed Jareth looked questioningly at Elara.
He couldn't help feeling this was more than simple luck on her part, but she had known, really known everything, down to the strategy they would use.