Chapter 61

Nathan Lowell's chest burned with fury.

His knuckles turned white as he glared at the man laughing with Sophia Laurent in the distance.

That was his sworn enemy.

Why did his own sister have to side with him?

"Emily, go rest," he turned to Emily Lowell. "I'll have my assistant take you home."

Emily's head snapped up, panic flashing in her eyes.

"Fourth Brother, the show's about to start—"

"We Are Singers" was the hottest variety show right now, with Composer T guaranteeing record ratings.

She'd fought hard for this opportunity.

"You fainted earlier," Nathan said firmly. "Your health comes first."

Emily's eyes reddened with frustration.

"I'm fine, just a little low blood sugar—"

"Enough." Nathan cut her off. "My assistant will take you to the hospital."

As he turned to leave, Emily grabbed his sleeve.

"Fourth Brother!"

Nathan frowned and pulled his arm free.

"The show's starting."

He strode toward the studio without looking back.

Emily stood rooted to the spot, nails digging into her palms.

Her venomous gaze locked onto Sophia across the room.

Why hadn't that bitch died abroad?

Those useless foster parents should've smothered her at birth.

Her phone vibrated abruptly.

Emily's face paled when she saw the caller ID.

She hurried to a secluded corner.

"Are you insane?" she hissed. "Why are you calling now?"

A raspy chuckle came through the line.

"Breaking bridges after crossing the river, Miss Lowell?"

Emily clenched her jaw.

"You'll get your money. Don't contact me again."

"Two million," the man demanded. "Things are heating up. My boys need to disappear."

Emily trembled with rage.

"You—"

"No payment? Fine." His voice turned sinister. "I wonder how the Lowells would react to learning their daughter hired hitmen—"

"Shut up!" Emily snapped. "Send me the account number."

She ended the call, her expression darkening.

This was all Sophia's fault.

Everything would've been perfect if she'd never existed.