The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 947

Gregory assumes Tara is simply lashing out from anger, which only fuels his twisted sense of superiority. His smirk deepens. "So, what do you think I brought you here for?"

"What else? You want the formula my father hid away." She rolls her eyes. A toddler could have guessed it.

"Smart girl. Since you know, hand it over. Unless you have a death wish," Gregory snaps, dropping the polite facade and cutting straight to the chase.

"I won't say a word. Kill me if you have the guts," Tara challenges, a brilliant, mocking smile lighting up her face. She knows this useless pawn doesn't have the authority to kill her.

"You!" Gregory's smirk vanishes. He grinds his teeth. "Don't test me. If you don't talk, I'll torture the information out of you!"

"Oh, please do. Lay one finger on me, and I'll take the secret to my grave!" she fires back. "But, if you play nice, I might consider cooperating. You know my temper. I never bluff."

She is absolutely certain this coward won't touch her. The mastermind pulling his strings knows her personality perfectly well—if she makes a threat, she will see it through to the bitter end.

Just as she predicted, Gregory freezes, completely unsure of how to force the location out of her. He takes a slow, deep breath, struggling to keep his composure. "Fine. What's your price?"

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