Chapter 527

Chapter 527:

There had never been anything wrong with the hotel’s location, no construction issues, no buried clauses in the contracts.

The moment it opened, the Haynes Group would have been on its way to steady profit.

Now, she understood why Orion had abandoned the hotel when it mattered most.

Had it not been for the office building Wesley gifted to her, she might have begged Rebecca to reclaim the hotel and end the nightmare quickly.

But now? Gabriela had nothing to fear.

She curved her lips into a sneer. “I’m confident that we can navigate the hotel through its crisis, so there’s no need to trouble yourself with reclaiming it p>

Four hundred million for a property worth a billion on the market? Only an idiot would hand that back.

Rebecca arched a brow, clearly amused.

“Still clinging to hope, are you?” She stepped closer, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t waste your breath trying to get Wesley involved. He won’t lift a finger for you. Soon, he’ll be my husband, and when that day comes, every decision he makes will be run by me p>

With a flick of her wrist, she pressed her fingertip to the scanner. The soft chime of the lock disengaging was like a punch in the gut for Gabriela.

She stood rooted, forcing her face into its usual calm mask.

𝖮𝗋𝗴𝘢𝗻𝗶𝘻𝗲 𝘺o𝘂𝗋 𝗹𝘪𝗯ra𝗋𝗒 𝘰𝗻.с𝗼𝘮

But as the door opened, memories of Wesley smiling as he recorded her fingerprint flooded in. Her throat tightened, eyes stinging with tears she refused to shed.

So it was true. Wesley was really going to marry Rebecca.

And yet, some foolish, stubborn part of her still held onto the tiniest thread of hope.

Gabriela got home with a heavy heart.

Farley appeared in the doorway with Truett perched in his arms. His brows were knitted with worry.

“I heard about the hotel,” he said, voice tentative. “How bad is it? Did the bank shut the door on you p>

Gabriela remained silent.

Farley let out a weary sigh. “Then at least let me see if I can pull some strings.” He thought his connections at the bank might help.

Gabriela shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I can handle this myself p>

What she couldn’t handle, however, was the storm churning inside her.

Farley didn’t believe her for a second. Quietly, he made up his mind to reach out to his contacts first thing tomorrow.

Just then, Truett reached his tiny arms toward her, his bright eyes brimming with innocence. “Daddy,” he called softly.

The single word was enough to splinter Gabriela’s composure. Her throat tightened, eyes stinging with tears.

She’d been trying for weeks to teach him to say “Mommy,” repeating it over and over, but every time, it was “Daddy p>

And each day, his pronunciation grew clearer, undeniable.

Her frustration cracked through her sadness. She pulled out her phone with trembling fingers. “You little rascal,” she murmured, her voice unsteady. “Fine. I’ll call your dad right now p>

Farley stiffened, unease etching deep lines into his face.