Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
Skye touched the cool metal of the brooch. She looked at Liam with pity.
“I accepted safety, Liam,” she said. “Something you never gave me p>
Alistair guided her toward his car. He opened the door for her, shielding her head with his hand.
They drove away, the engine roaring like a beast.
Liam was left standing on the sidewalk, humiliated, staring at the empty space where his wife used to be.
Inside the lobby, Manager Zoe turned to Seraphina.
“Did you know?” Zoe demanded. “Did you know she was with Alistair Thorne? That’s not a sugar daddy, you idiot. That’s the most dangerous man in the city p>
Seraphina was trembling. Her plan to paint Skye as a loose woman had backfired spectacularly. Skye wasn’t a mistress. She was a protected asset of the Thorne empire.
“He’s… he’s just another client,” Seraphina lied through her teeth, her voice shaking. “She’s sleeping with him too. She’s playing them both p>
Zoe looked at her with disgust. “Get back to work. And clean the bathrooms on the second floor. They’re backed up p>
Kensington Global Boardroom. 2:00 PM.
The atmosphere was toxic. The stock-price graph on the main screen was a jagged red line pointing straight to hell.
“The supply chain disruption is costing us three million a day!” a board member shouted, slamming his fist on the table. “We can’t move product out of the West Harbor p>
Liam sat at the head of the table. He wasn’t listening.
He was staring at his tablet. On the screen was a high-resolution photo from a gossip blog. It showed Alistair Thorne pinning the silver hawk brooch onto Skye’s jacket. The headline read: THE HAWK CLAIMS THE DOVE: KENSINGTON OUT, THORNE IN
Liam wasn’t shocked by the event—he had been there, standing feet away, impotent and humiliated. But seeing it immortalized in 4K resolution, seeing the way the light caught the sapphire eye of the hawk, turned his stomach.
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It was a public declaration of war. Thorne hadn’t just taken Skye; he had draped his flag over her for the entire world to see. Every rival, every investor, every socialite in the city now knew that Liam Kensington had lost his wife to the most ruthless predator in the business.
“Liam!” the board member yelled. “Are you listening p>
Liam stood up abruptly. His chair scraped loudly against the floor.
“Handle it,” Liam muttered. “I have to deal with the source p>
“The source of the supply chain p>
“No,” Liam said, walking out. “The source of the rot p>
He drove to Trinity Media again. He didn’t care about meetings. He didn’t care about the company. He was consumed by a jealous rage that defied logic.
He barged past the security desk. “Do you know who I am?” he barked at the terrified receptionist who tried to ask for ID. “I am Liam Kensington. I don’t need a pass p>
He stormed up to the executive floor, his presence so aggressive that no one dared to physically stop him. He found Skye in a glass-walled meeting room. She was alone, reviewing files.