The video revealed her plan to delight Wallace. Having been pregnant for two months, she was excited about his surprised reaction upon watching it.
Hannah watched these videos without showing emotion, yet her fists were tightly clenched. “What’s his point in showing me these? Does he think they’ll change my mind?”
Keith and Trent exchanged glances, then stated, “Hannah, you should understand. The Compton family needs you. Like it or not, the Compton family’s blood runs through your veins.”
After they expressed themselves, Hannah lifted her gaze, meeting Winston’s eyes.
Just then, the door began to close slowly.
Silent and thoughtful, Hannah leaned back on the sofa. Winston, meanwhile, pulled out a small remote control and pressed it.
“Listen up. This gadget is a signal jammer. It’ll blocked the signals of every communication device within 5@ meters, and that includes your phones and any communication systems.”
Keith and Trent turned to Hannah who was now lounging on the sofa.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You… What’s going on here?”
Hannah remained silent, letting Winston handle the explanation. “Miss Moore here wants your cooperation.”
Trent, his eyebrows knitted in confusion, turned to Winston. “Are you turning against Dad? Is that it?”
Winston just smirked. “I’m with Miss Moore now. That’s not betraying the boss, is it?”
Keith, visibly shocked, pointed at Winston. “Damn it! You’re out of your mind! After all these years with Dad, you choose now to turn on him?”
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Hannah gave a small smile. “Winston sees me as part of the Compton family now. He’s not betraying anyone by following my instructions.
And if I asked him to work under me, what do you think your dad would say?”
“So that’s it. You lured us here into a trap?” Trent, serious now, sat down opposite Hannah. “What do you want from us? If we don’t go along with this, are you going to kill us right here?”
Hannah held up two fingers gracefully. “You’ve got two options. Work with us, or die here with your pride intact. It’s your choice.”
After a brief pause, Trent turned to Hannah and questioned, “You can’t be serious, can you?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?” Hannah replied, lifting her eyebrows.
“You seem different,” Trent noted, his tone more composed than Keith’s.
Hannah, with a hint of a cold smile, responded, “Let’s not get into that. Have you made your choice?”
“I’ll go with the second option, Trent declared, his gaze intense.
“I can’t betray Dad. No way!”