THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 316
At that moment, upon hearing what Abigail's father just saidβthat the lady standing before them was none other than Lisa, the goddessβ¦ the investment goddess Mr. Jackson froze. His eyes widened, his breath caught, and for a second, the entire room seemed to fall into a thick, unsettling silence. πππππ°π²π―π»ππππΉ.ππ¨π
He blinked once. Then twice. As if trying to reboot his own mind.
"Did he just say Lisa?"
His lips barely parted, but no words came out. He felt his chest tighten. The name hit him like a slap to the face. That name Lisaβwasn't just a name thrown around carelessly in elite circles. It was a name that carried weight. Fear. Power. Respect. A name whispered in business corridors with reverence, like a legend. Lisa the woman whose investments could either raise a man's company to the skies or crush it into irrelevance with a single snap of her fingers.
Mr. Jackson staggered slightly, taking a small step back.
He had heard of her countless times. Her name appeared in reports. She was a ghost in the business worldβno photos, no interviews, no public appearances. She moved silently but left trails of gold and blood in her wake. Her decisions built empires and ended dynasties. The mere idea of crossing Lisa was a nightmare to men far more powerful than him.
And now, here she was, standing in his living room.
Looking exactly like the woman he had just insulted minutes ago.
It all started to piece together. Memories flooded in vague stories that Abigail's father once told him in passing, moments he had dismissed as casual bragging. That time he said he once crossed paths with someone powerful, someone that changed their family's luck overnight. He thought it was all exaggeratedβuntil now.
He recalled that Abigail's father once benefited massively from a contract that came out of nowhere. No one could explain how. Back then, Mr. Justin thought it was pure coincidence, luck even. But now, hearing this, it all made sense.
Lisa was the reason, Lisa was the connection.
Lisa was the goddamn reason their family wasn't buried in bankruptcy years ago.
And what had he done just now? he had yelled.
He had insulted her, he had called her a nobody.
A commoner, his hands trembled.
The room felt smaller, he swallowed hard, but his throat was dry.
The world seemed to tilt as the weight of his mistake crashed onto his shoulders. His face went pale, and for a second, he genuinely thought he might faint.
In that moment, he didn't need anyone to spell it out for him. He already knew.
He had just messed up. Badly.
And as he stood there, staring at the woman who now stared back with unreadable calm in her eyesβLisa, the goddess of investmentsβMr. Jackson could only wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
He knew her name. Who didn't know the name
Lisa? but never in a million years did he think she would be here.
In his house, Listening to him talk rubbish It almost made him lose his balance.
Immediately, without saying another word, Mr. Jackson stepped forward. His proud, confident strides from earlier had now vanished completely. He moved slowly, almost like a man walking to his own judgment.
His head was bowed before he even reached her. And when he finally stood in front of Lisa, he didn't hesitate. In front of everyone, in the center of his own mansion, Mr. Jackson lowered his head and bowed deeply.
"I am very, very sorry," he said, his voice low and filled with shame. "Please, Miss Lisa⦠I apologize for the disrespect. I truly do. I didn't know. I didn't mean anything the way it came out. Please forgive my ignorance."
Every eye in the room was on him.
A man like Mr. Jackson known for his unshakable pride, a man who would rather be burned than humiliated was now bowing his head like a servant, his voice trembling with regret.
Even the guards near the door exchanged shocked glances.
But it didn't end there, Robert, standing beside him, was even more stunned. His legs felt weak. His lips parted but no words came out. He had never seen his father like this before. And the realization that the woman standing in front of them was not just any woman but Lisa, the investment goddess hit him like a crashing wave.
His heart pounded fast, he looked at her again. Then at the man standing quietly beside her.
Wait a minute⦠his mind whispered.
He remembered how that man had stood there boldly, fearlessly, speaking to him like he owned the entire city. Robert thought he was bluffing back then. A mad man trying to act brave. But now⦠now everything made sense.
If that man was standing beside Lisa⦠if that man was with her, then he had made a terrible mistake.
A very big mistake.
Robert's chest tightened. The fear that began to crawl up his spine was cold, deep, and real.
At that moment, Lisa didn't even look at Mr. Jackson directly. She just shifted her eyes slightly, then slowly turned her gaze back to Robert and the others, her face completely expressionless.
But her words were anything but calm.
"I'm not here to listen to what you have to say," she said quietly, yet her voice carried weight that made everyone hold their breath. "I'm not here to understand what you meant or didn't mean."
She took one small step forward.
"I'm here for something really, really important."
She paused.
The room felt like it stopped breathing.
"And that thingβ¦" she said, her tone now cutting cold, "...just know that it is going to crush your family to the core, and to the point that you will not be able to rise again."
At that moment, upon hearing what Lisa just said those heavy, terrifying words that felt like a sharp blade to his chest Mr. Jackson's knees gave way beneath him without a second thought.
He dropped.
Right there in the center of his luxurious marble floor, in front of all his staff, his son, and the so-called intruders he had mocked just moments ago.
There was no pride left in his voice.
"I'm very, very sorry," Mr. Jackson said, his voice trembling as his head remained bowed. "Pleaseβ¦ anything my family did anythingβI had no idea. I truly didn't know. Please, Lisa. Please forgive me."
His breathing had changed. It was shallow now, like a man on the verge of breaking down.
"I'm willing to do anythingβ¦ anything possible to amend this whole situation," he pleaded, clutching his own hands tightly as if trying to hold onto the last bit of dignity he had left. "Please. I beg you. Don't destroy my family. I'm very, very sorry. Pleaseβ¦"
