Chapter 202 The Manipulative Jacob

Jacob's sickeningly hollow laugh came from the other end of the line, as if he had expected Clarissa's reaction. He might be laughing, but it masked his deadly intent. He deliberately spoke slower, every word carefully measured like a concerned elder full of earnest advice. "Don't be so quick to anger, Clarissa. I know your pride and pedigree make you above using underhanded tricks, but no one understands your situation better than you do. "Horatio doesn't have feelings for you and is already getting a ring made. Are you really going to just watch Natalie marry him, seize the position of Mrs. Hurrell that should be yours, and take everything you've waited years for?" He stressed the words "that should be yours", knowing it would tug at her deepest desire. Clarissa's knuckles had turned white from how tightly she was gripping her phone. Faint bruises were even blooming beneath her skin. She dug her nails so hard into her palm that deep crescents marked her flesh. Jacob's words wer