Chapter 3

Seeing that Damian and Marcus were firmly on Vanessa’s side, the other syndicate members quickly took the cue to show their loyalty.

"Exactly. A woman like that should be put in a sack and thrown to the dogs."

"Embarrassing us in front of the crew is one thing. If she does this in public, the whole city will be laughing at the Boss."

"Seriously. People who don't know any better would think the Sinclair family runs a homeless shelter."

"So Vanessa handled this perfectly. She solved a long-term headache for the family."

In an instant, everyone was singing Vanessa’s praises.

It was as if the person dying in that sack was some heinous criminal, and Vanessa was a hero protecting the Sinclair family.

Vanessa shot me a smug, triumphant look. But a second later, she turned to Damian with a timid, fragile expression. "But Damian, she is Chloe’s mother after all. What if Chloe tries to sue me or cause trouble later?"

Damian looked at her with pure tenderness. "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one can touch you."

With that, Damian called his lawyer on the spot to draft a liability waiver and release form, tossing it in front of me.

"Chloe, your mother brought this on herself by coming to the club to blackmail us. You can't blame Vanessa for this."

"For the sake of our marriage, I won't press charges against your mother for extortion or for ruining my mother's party."

"Just sign this waiver, and I’ll have someone take your mother to the hospital immediately."

Marcus crossed his arms, looking down at me arrogantly. "Chloe, your mom dug her own grave. Don't you dare try to extort Vanessa. Be smart and sign the waiver."

He commanded me to sign it with absolute authority.

But I simply pushed the paper back toward Damian and said calmly, "If anyone is going to sign this, it should be Damian. I have no right to sign it."