Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1171

"Of course it's possible. Women inherit all the time.

What if the old lady died... and it looked like Miles poisoned her? Who do you think would inherit the Quinn Group then?"

Her eyes gleamed with malice. "If we pulled that off, Seraphina would be the sole legitimate heir standing.

And since Seraphina is married to Lawrence... the entire Quinn Group would effectively become ours."

Struck by her own twisted genius, Jocelyn grabbed her phone to summon Seraphina back immediately.

Richard quickly stopped her. "Wait until tomorrow. It's late, and she's heavily pregnant. If something goes wrong on the road, it'll backfire on us."

"Right, I almost forgot. We'll focus on the other plan first."

"How is the baby doing, anyway?"

Richard asked cautiously.

"I have no idea. I didn't ask. As long as she hasn't miscarried, it's fine.

We can barely keep Lawrence alive—who has time to worry about an unborn baby?"

"But it's our grandchild..."

Richard murmured, showing a rare sliver of sentimentality.

"Listen to me. If Lawrence survives this and gets out of prison, he can father a dozen more kids. Any woman can give him a child.

If he doesn't make it, we'll be completely ruined. We won't have the resources to care for some squalling brat.

Right now, that baby's only value is tying Seraphina to us so she does what we need.

Oh, and you need to go see Owen again."

Why would he ever save your son?

Last time we literally begged on our knees in the dirt, and he walked away without even glancing back.

Forget faking it—even if I really died right there, he wouldn't blink."

Seeing his resistance, Jocelyn softened her tone to a manipulative purr. "This is a desperate measure for desperate times. You won't know unless you try. Lawrence's life is hanging by a thread.

If Owen says no, we're no worse off. But what if he caves?"

Noticing Richard's hesitation, Jocelyn pushed harder. "Listen, we'll rig a fake blood pack.

If he rejects you, you just pretend to slam your head against the wall and burst the pack..."

It would be an explosive, highly publicized spectacle. There was no way Owen could walk away from that kind of PR nightmare.