<strong>Chapter 1000:</strong>


    Jennifer finally understood what Lucas meant.


    Her face turned deathly pale.


    She shook her head at Sanford, and tears of desperation filled her eyes. “Dad, no, please don’t do this!”


    Sanford gave no reply; his expression matched the gravity of the moment.


    Should he protect thepany or his daughter’s well-being?


    Lucas was making him choose. He was really cruel!


    “Mr. rk, I beg you!” Sanford’s plea echoed again in the tense silence.


    “Mr. Gordon, my time is valuable, and my patience is wearing thin,” Lucas stated, his tone brimming with impatience.


    A look of defeat washed over Sanford; turmoil wracked his heart.


    He really didn’t know how to make this difficult decision.


    Lucas didn’t give him much time to think. “I’ll give you three seconds. Three, two, one…”


    “Choose thepany!” Sanford’s decision burst forth almost simultaneously with Lucas’ countdown.


    “Dad?” Jennifer stared at him, disbelief coloring her features.


    She was aghast at her father’s choice to prioritize thepany over her. Sanford’s re was icy. “You spoke out of turn, and you should face your consequences!”


    Jennifer’s response was silence, herplexion pale. She rose from the ground, intent on escaping.


    However, prolonged kneeling had weakened her legs, causing her to copse with a thud as soon as she stood.


    Lucas made a gesture. Immediately, two bodyguards in ck suits appeared.


    They hastened to Jennifer and held her firmly in ce.


    “Mr. Gordon, go ahead,” Lucas said.


    Sanford couldn’t back down now.


    Trembling, he retrieved the scissors from the ground and faced Jennifer.


    “No, Dad, no… Please! Don’t do this! I’m your daughter!” Jennifer’s pleas were frantic as she shook her head in despair.


    Despite her struggles, the bodyguards’ grip was unyielding.


    Sanford gripped Jennifer’s tongue, and without a second’s hesitation, he raised the scissors—


    “Ah—” A scream of agony shattered the silence.


    Blood sttered across Sanford’s face.


    His hands shook as he let the scissors fall, closing his eyes.


    After a heavy silence, he turned slowly to Lucas. “Mr. rk, is this enough?”


    Lucas’ voice was chilling. “From now on, I don’t want to see her in Owathe again.”


    “I understand.” Sanford nodded repeatedly, his face ghostly pale.


    “Leave,” Lucasmanded, then turned to return to his estate. After a while, as he drove away from the garage, the father and daughter were already gone.


    Lucas drove toward Belinda’s house.


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