Chapter 895
Skye looked up.
Liam Kensington stood at a podium. He looked impeccable — powerful, untouched by the chaos swirling around the city.
“Due to the unfortunate instability in Sea City and the incapacitation of key business leaders,” Liam said, his voice smooth and authoritative, “I am exercising my rights as the primary creditor for the Future Tech Park development. Effective immediately, I am assuming full executive control of the project to secure the assets.”
Skye felt the blood in her veins turn to ice.
Lucian was shot at the Tech Park.
And ten minutes later, Liam seized control of it.
“He knew,” Skye whispered. “He warned Parker about chaos because he was the one orchestrating it.”
“Skye, wait,” Alistair said. “This doesn’t make sense. Liam just saved Parker. Why would he hurt Lucian?”
𝗝𝘰i𝘯 𝘁𝘩𝘦 𝗰𝗼mm𝘶𝘯і𝘵y 𝗮𝗍 𝗀a𝗹n𝘰v𝖾𝗹𝗌.𝖼o𝗆
“Power,” Skye said, her voice rising — though her eyes stayed fixed on the screen, working through it. A realization struck her like a physical blow. Liam wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking slightly above it, his jaw set in a way she only recognized from their poker nights. He was signaling. He was painting a target on his own back.
She turned to Alistair, her expression hardening into a mask of controlled fury. “He betrayed us, Alistair. He used the chaos to steal the land.”
Alistair frowned, confusion crossing his face.
Skye grabbed his arm and squeezed, her nails pressing into his sleeve, then leaned in close and whispered so softly only he could hear. “He’s playing the villain. I have to play the victim. Trust me.”
“Where are you going?” Alistair asked aloud, his face settling into the practiced look of a worried man.
“To the lion’s den,” Skye said, loud enough for the crowded waiting room to hear. “I’m going to ask him if my friend’s blood is on his hands.”
The Kensington Global boardroom was a fortress of silence. The heavy oak doors were closed, shutting out the frenetic energy of the trading floor below.
Inside, the remaining board members sat in stunned stillness.
Liam Kensington stood at the head of the table. He didn’t sit. He loomed.
“The motion is passed,” Liam said, closing a leather folder. “I am reinstating myself as CEO. Any objections can be filed with HR on your way out of the building. Permanently.”
An older man, Mr. Henderson, cleared his throat. “Liam, this is highly irregular. With Lucian Graves incapacitated, Oracle Holdings has rights to veto —”
“Oracle is currently leaderless and bleeding,” Liam cut him off, his voice like a whip. “I am stepping in to save the asset. Do you want the stock to crash, Henderson? Do you want to lose your third vacation home?”
Henderson shut his mouth.
“Good,” Liam said. “Dismissed.”
The board members filed out, looking thoroughly frightened.