Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 328

"I'm not interested. If there's nothing else, I'll be heading back to Amber Group."

Without even the slightest hesitation, Serena turned and walked away.

Pausing for even a second would have felt like an insult to the Jansen Group's collapsing stock prices.

Howard hadn't expected her to leave so decisively. He shot up from his chair in a panic.

"Nina! Sweetheart, I'm begging you, alright? If it weren't for Sarah making a mess of the island project, Jansen Group wouldn't be hanging by a thread! I wouldn't be asking you to stoop so low and to beg for help!

"We're family, for goodness sake! Are you really going to just stand there and watch me fall? That won't do you any good either!"

Hmph. Funny how he had conveniently skipped over Voyage Group's embezzlement scandal.

Serena didn't even flinch. She just walked faster, not sparing him so much as a glance.

But as she was about to step out, Howard completely lost it.

"Don't you dare walk away! You might not care about me, but what about your mother? Listen to me, your mother's last unfinished porcelain piece is still in my hands. If you refuse to help me, I'll sell it off the moment I get home!"

Serena froze mid-step.

Her mother's unfinished porcelain… Wasn't that Amber's final masterpiece before she passed away?

For a brief moment, she just stood there, stunned. Then, slowly, she turned to face Howard with her eyes colder than ice.

"How much longer are you planning to suck her dry?" she asked.

"She loved me! She gave it to me willingly! Not like you, an ungrateful brat who married into the Larson family and forgot her own blood-related family!"

Howard slammed his hands on the table as his face was dark with fury. "If you want your mother's porcelain piece, bring me the deal. Otherwise, I'll toss her masterpiece onto the auction block and save Jansen Group with the cash!

"Serena. You can either stand by and watch a bunch of collectors snatch up your mother's work… or you can save your father and keep this family together. It's your choice."

Serena felt like the air had been punched out of her lungs.

True artisans who could truly honor Amber's work would never have enough money to outbid the collectors.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Ms. Jansen. Mr. Larson is still in a meeting, and Mr. Moore is with him. It may take a little while."

"Thank you," Serena replied with a soft smile.

The secretaries withdrew to the pantry nearby, leaving Serena alone in the quiet space.

Waiting was always tedious. She leaned back against the couch, idly wondering if she should try to grab a quick nap.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Serena turned at the noise, and Cole sauntered in. Gone was his usual slouchy, reckless demeanor.

Today, he was dressed sharply in a brown-gray three-piece suit, his hair slicked back neatly, looking almost respectable.

Without so much as a second thought, he crossed the room and dropped into the seat next to her, completely ignoring the concept of personal space.

Serena instinctively shifted a little farther away. "Can I help you?" she asked.