Jarrod's words sliced through the air like a sharpened blade. "I renounce that detestable salon. And I sever ties with you and Doreen as well. I've bestowed upon both of you ample generosity over the years, bestowing tens of millions. If not for your insatiable greed, you'd be living in comfort at this very moment."

Hallie's eyes flared with incredulity, her voice tinged with fury.

“Are you serious?" she retorted. "You're cutting us off? After years of tending to you, now that you have no use for us, you're simply discarding Doreen and me? For what? A little bit of money? Is your need truly that dire?"

Once Jarrod reached a decision, he became impervious to any attempts at persuasion, having grown weary of Hallie's insincere displays of emotion. Summoning Conor, he commanded in a bark, “Remove this woman from my presence!"

Then, Jarrod's stare turned steely as he directed it at Hallie. "From now on, I refuse to entertain any further mention of Doreen."