CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199: WHO’S NOT WORTHY? SAY IT, I WANT TO HEAR!

Damien Lancaster looked down at Phillip Shaw, his eyes devoid of any emotion, let alone sympathy, "Saying these now, it’s too late."

Damien Lancaster had warned the Shaw Family and had given them a chance.

But unfortunately, they thought Damien Lancaster was joking with them and paid no attention at all.

"No... no... you can’t be so cruel!"

Phillip Shaw shook his head.

Zachary Lancaster sneered as he stepped forward, patting Phillip Shaw on the shoulder, "The foundation collapsed, burying seventeen workers, all dead. Then you threatened the victims’ families through organized crime. Phillip Shaw, you’ve really done it. Are you still human? Can you escape this?"

The whole room went into an uproar again.

Phillip Shaw had hidden this matter well. When it first happened, he quickly sealed the news, so most people knew nothing about it.

"It seems the Shaw Group had a major incident earlier this year, but the news quickly disappeared. So this was that major incident — seventeen lives!"

"It’s unimaginable. Seventeen people died, and yet Phillip Shaw can stand here unscathed, and he kept it all under wraps. Who knows how many shady deals were made behind this."

"Seventeen lives, seventeen families — not one raised a fuss. It shows how capable President Shaw is."

Damien Lancaster threw the evidence in front of him, the papers fluttering down continuously.

Phillip Shaw was shaking all over, the most feared thing had still occurred.

Rachel Shaw was listening to this story and even forgot to cry.

If she still held onto a shred of hope, a delusion before, thinking the Shaw Family could help her out,

then now even that tiny glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.

For the Shaw Family was doomed!

Not only the Shaw Family but the entire Shaw Group!

It’s over!

All over!

Rachel Shaw collapsed onto the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She clutched it, furrowing her brows, lifted her head, and with eyes red from disappointment, looked at Damien Lancaster.

"Damien! Are you really going to cut me down completely?"

Damien Lancaster found her question laughable.

Cut down completely?

Why doesn’t she ask herself what she’s done?

Damien Lancaster’s gaze on Rachel Shaw’s face grew more sarcastic, "When you were doing these things, did you ever think about this day?"

Of course, Rachel didn’t think about it; all she thought about was getting rid of Ivy Summers.

Without Ivy Summers, she could marry Damien Lancaster.

For this, she resorted to any means necessary!

Rachel Shaw chuckled coldly a few times, muttering to herself, "Yes, I’m too foolish, foolish enough to believe that the relationship between us would make you spare me..."

Her laughter suddenly stopped, she looked up, stood up, and looked at Ivy Summers standing there. She blamed it all on Ivy Summers and charged towards her.

Seemed determined to drag Ivy Summers down with her.

Damien Lancaster’s eyes flashed, his tall figure took two steps forward in three strides, his arm wrapped around Ivy Summers’s waist, easily pulling her out of Rachel Shaw’s way.

Rachel Shaw lunged into empty space, fell to the ground herself, and the pain in her abdomen struck again.

She looked back and saw Damien Lancaster protecting Ivy Summers, and suddenly laughed.

No one knew why she could still laugh at this moment.

And she clutched her own stomach, stood up, "Damien, did you know? I’m pregnant."

"Before coming to the banquet hall, I was still fantasizing, fantasizing about marrying you, having a child with you, our future as a loving family of three would be beautiful, but why? Why did you destroy it all? Because of this woman?"

Rachel Shaw raised her hand, pointing at Ivy Summers, "It’s because of her, that’s why you treat me like this, because of her! Since she returned, your heart has only had her. I want to harm her because she should die, right? Aren’t you planning to remarry her now that you won’t marry me?"

I am unforgivably evil, yes, I admit it, but what about her? Isn’t she malicious too? Years ago, she left you without a word, lied to your Lancaster Family for five years. Even when Old Master Lancaster begged and pleaded her to reveal the child when he was terminally ill, she refused. What good person is she?"

Rachel Shaw sneered again, looking at Gregory Lancaster and Seraphina Kennedy, "Uncle and Aunt, without me, Damien will definitely remarry this woman. Are you okay with it? Are you okay with the woman who deceived you for five years and alienated your child from you becoming your daughter-in-law again?"

"If you can accept it, then you are really generous."

Zachary Lancaster chuckled at her words, "Having your evil true face exposed, now you’re trying to drag others down."

Soon, many police officers came quickly from outside.

The scene instantly became chaotic.

After the police showed their badges to everyone, they directly approached Phillip Shaw.

Phillip Shaw continuously retreated, trying to dodge, but his hands were cuffed by the police, and when the cuffs clicked shut, Phillip Shaw instantly collapsed, his legs gave way as he fell down.

He knew he was finished.

Under everyone’s gaze, everyone saw that he had no chance to clear his name.

The reporters on the side were furiously taking notes, very soon, the entire Aethelgard would know about these events.

Soon, the Shaw Group will face its biggest catastrophe.

The company that the Shaw Family had generations of operation will be destroyed at his hands.

Similarly, police approached Rachel Shaw, quickly apprehending her. When the handcuffs were placed on her, Rachel Shaw’s eyes kept watching Damien Lancaster, full of unwillingness.

Rachel Shaw and Phillip Shaw were taken away by the police.

As they walked past, Rachel Shaw stopped and asked, "Can you tell me, who were the people those two nights?"

Damien Lancaster looked towards Julian Jacobs.

The people were arranged by Julian Jacobs; he only wanted the result. The process he didn’t know.

Rachel Shaw thought of the child in her belly.

How she hated, she really hated.

Her gaze fell on Ivy Summers, she squinted her eyes and sneered, "Ivy Summers, this time you won, but next time I won’t let you go. As long as I’m alive, I won’t let you go."

Ivy Summers calmly looked on, listening to her threats, what awaited Rachel Shaw was the judgment of the law.

Murder, collusion with traffickers, killing Old Master Lancaster, these charges combined are enough for execution, aren’t they?

By then, Old Master Lancaster might finally rest in peace.

"That’s right, I’ve won. What awaits you is the punishment of the law. Rachel Shaw, you’ve lost your future, and there won’t be a next time for you."

Ivy Summer’s words mercilessly unfolded the situation Rachel Shaw was about to face. Upon hearing this, fear crept up on Rachel Shaw once again, and she began to struggle repeatedly, "I don’t want to go, let me go! I don’t want to go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

"Ivy Summers! You won’t end well, you won’t! I’ll be waiting to see, I’ll be waiting to see!"

The police gave her no chance to struggle, escorting her out straight away.

Even from a great distance outside, Ivy Summers could still hear Rachel Shaw’s voice.

She was pleading, yet also venomously cursing.

Ivy Summers looked towards the doorway; Damien Lancaster was watching her, while Gregory Lancaster’s gaze was fixed on both of them.

Rachel Shaw was venomous, deserved her fate, but she was right about one thing.

Without her, Damien Lancaster would remarry Ivy Summers.

He could see it; Damien Lancaster was becoming more and more concerned about Ivy Summers.

Even to the point of madness.

The stab in the heart, the long kneel at The Sterling Gates for a day and a night, and that two-billion-dollar ring...

Damien Lancaster was not just atoning; he wanted to win back Ivy Summers!

And that was something Gregory Lancaster could not allow.

Damien Lancaster was already the head of the Lancaster Family; in the future, his responsibilities would be great.

He should marry a woman who could help him, someone of equal social status.

Not someone like Ivy Summers, who had no family background, could not assist Damien Lancaster, and would make him lose control!

So, without Rachel Shaw, it couldn’t be Ivy Summers either.

Gregory Lancaster had to nip Damien Lancaster’s thoughts in the bud.

Gregory Lancaster suddenly picked up the microphone, and his voice resonated throughout the entire banquet hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for letting you all witness a farce tonight, I apologize. It was the poor judgment of our Lancaster Family that almost welcomed such a venomous woman into our home. The Shaw Family caused my father’s death, and I, Gregory Lancaster, swear here, I will never spare the Shaw Family, and we will pursue this to the end."

Additionally, I need to announce something: our daughter-in-law will not be Rachel Shaw, nor will it ever be Ivy Summers!

Ivy Summers left the Lancaster Family while seven months pregnant. From that day, she has absolutely no chance to enter the Lancaster Family’s doors again!

Ivy Summers, don’t even think about it; you’re not worthy of the Lancaster Family."

Gregory Lancaster glared at Ivy Summers with a warning in his eyes.

There was a murmur around them.

Just moments ago, Rachel Shaw had been unmasked, sitting on the ground, subject to scorn and ridicule.

Now Ivy Summers had been publicly told by Gregory Lancaster that she was unworthy of the Lancaster Family, making her give up the idea. For a woman to be spoken of this way, the shame was no less than that of Rachel Shaw.

Ivy Summers looked at Gregory Lancaster, who warned her with such intent, but there wasn’t a hint of panic in her eyes. Instead, she lifted her eyes to look at him, "Do you think I still want to marry into the Lancaster Family?"

Gregory Lancaster pressed his lips tightly, glaring at her.

"Sorry, I’m not Rachel Shaw."

Ivy Summers’ words made the atmosphere between the two icy, as Gregory Lancaster tightened his face, looking towards Damien Lancaster, "Damien, did you hear that?"

Zachary Lancaster looked at the silent Damien Lancaster, "Brother?"

Damien Lancaster half-lowered his eyes, his black pupils cold and profound.

His thin lips curled up.

He sneered.

"You know well that I’m trying to win her back, yet you say these things. Are you humiliating yourself?"

Ivy Summers was just trying to escape, and Gregory Lancaster was warning her not to dream.

Who was the ridiculous one here?

Damien Lancaster looked at Ivy Summers, "Don’t listen to him. If you’re not allowed to enter the Lancaster Family’s doors, I can leave the Lancaster Family for you, as long as you give me a chance."

"Sorry, there’s no chance," Ivy Summers’ voice was cold.

Listening to their conversation, Gregory Lancaster was infuriated, "I was telling you this woman is not worthy of you!"

Beside them, Tristan Sterling watched a good show.

At this moment, several messages came through on his phone. He glanced at them, his expression slowly becoming serious, as he turned to look at the woman ahead.

Ivy Summers!

If a low-probability event were to actually happen...

"Not worthy? Then what makes someone worthy?"

Tristan Sterling spoke softly, his tone indifferent, but his face was very serious, as he walked to Ivy Summers’ side.

Ivy Summers raised an eyebrow, unsure why this man suddenly came to speak for her.

Tristan Sterling looked at her with a gaze that shifted from admiration to something complex with a slight fondness.

Enough already.

Just when he found a woman somewhat decent, then...

Withdrawing his gaze, Tristan Sterling pulled Ivy Summers behind him, looking at Gregory Lancaster, "President Lancaster, what kind of person does it take to be worthy of your Lancaster Family? Tell us, I’m all ears."

Tristan Sterling’s words were firm, giving Ivy Summers the illusion he was willing to stand up against the Lancaster Family for her.

"Speak up, I’m listening too!"

At the doorway, a domineering and authoritative voice echoed.

Everyone’s attention was drawn over, seeing Old Master Sterling in a dark-gray Zhongshan suit, walking slowly with a cane.

Behind him were the Sterling Family’s eldest son, Leon Lynn, second son, Caleb Sterling, and third son, Raymond Sterling, along with their respective wives, children; Kyle Sterling was there too, a grand procession.

The people of the Sterling Family were all busy, even Tristan Sterling rarely saw them gathered like this.