Amber took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Then tell me, what are your conditions?"
Penelope stood over ten meters away from Amber, half-concealed by the curtains. Hearing Amber's question, she gradually emerged, fanning out the documents—Amber's most crucial possessions—with her hand.
Amber's heart leapt to her throat. If Penelope dared to shred those papers before her eyes, she would lunge forward and fight her tooth and nail.
Fortunately, Penelope hadn't lost her mind to that extent. Instead, she strutted forward triumphantly, gloating:
"Are you worried now? Haha, Amber, look where you've ended up!"
Initially, Amber had no intention of engaging in a debate, but Penelope wouldn't let up, leaving Amber unable to remain silent indefinitely.
"My 'end' came three years ago. Now, it's time for your retribution."
Hadn't Penelope harmed her enough three years ago? What gave her the audacity to say, "look where you've ended up"?
"My retribution? Amber, how dare you say that. I don't know what I did wrong, why Landon protects you so fiercely? Why are you the Nolan family's heiress? Why, when you were about to die, did someone still come to save you!"
Penelope was infuriated.
Amber stared at her unwaveringly, searching for an opportunity to snatch back the documents.
Penelope wouldn't give her that chance. The papers in her hands were her only leverage.
"Give them back to me now, or you won't leave this building alive."
Amber was too frustrated to explain further. Reasoning with a madwoman was absurd.
This was the top floor of AmSawyer Creations, the innermost sanctum of the company. Escaping through numerous layers of security was impossible.
Penelope laughed, her eerie cackle echoing far.
"Hahaha! This is funny! I come here today and I am not going to leave here alive"
"Landon doesn't love me anymore; he only has eyes for you! Before I die, I'll drag someone down with me, making you, making him, suffer!"
Amber sensed Penelope might be delirious and quietly pressed the alarm button under the desk.
"Do you want to die together with me? Don't joke around. Do you think you, in your current state, can beat me?"
Indeed, Penelope had sustained serious injuries after falling from the third floor. Having barely spent a few days in the hospital, she sneaked out prematurely, her body undoubtedly weakened.
"So what if I can't beat you? Your most important things are in my hands." Penelope's eyes gleamed when she stole these documents, as if she saw the dawn of victory.
"If you dare touch me, I'll tear these apart with all my strength!"
"What exactly do you want?" Amber snapped, angered by Penelope's threats, particularly because they involved Sunny's belongings.
Why did the Quinn family always use Sunny to threaten her?
"What do I want? Heh," Penelope approached Amber, now separated by just a table.
If she took one more step, Amber was confident she could rush forward and grab the items.
Instead, Penelope revealed a safety hammer hidden behind her back and smashed it against the window with force.
Unbelievable, Penelope was quite strong. With only one strike, she cracked the window.
"Jump from here," Penelope commanded haughtily.
Amber was stunned. "Are you crazy?"
She wasn't foolish.
"If you don't jump, I'll throw these down!" Penelope walked to the window edge, holding the items out, a clear threat.
But Amber wasn't a fool. While Sunny's mementos were precious, they weren't Sunny himself. Would she trade her life for them?
