Chapter 459
The next morning.
The office was perfectly quiet as Sienna sorted through some psychological evaluation reports.
Her phone, resting on the desk, suddenly buzzed.
The name flashing on the screen was Silas Draken.
Sienna narrowed her eyes, pausing before answering.
She had just asked him about the forged suicide note last night.
Silas had told her the forger would be hard to track down.
So why was he calling her now?
She remained highly guarded around him.
The man controlled an elite underground auction house, operating deep in the gray area. He was ruthless, calculating, and lacked an ounce of real warmth.
They barely interacted, and they certainly weren’t friends.
They were more like mutual assets—familiar clients who kept each other in check but trusted nothing.
Silas never made small talk. If he was calling, it was business.
Sienna picked up, her voice flat and perfectly detached. “What do you want p>
A lazy, mocking chuckle filtered through the speaker. His tone was casual, carrying a deceptive warmth that made it impossible to read his true intentions.
“Ms. Sloan, free to drop by for a cup of tea p>
Before he could keep playing games, Sienna cut him off coldly. “No p>
She was about to hang up when his wicked laugh rang out again.
“I’m hosting a VIP auction today. You might find some very interesting items… or people. It’d be a tragic shame if you missed it p>
“Skip the riddles.” Sienna flipped a page in her file. “Get to the point p>
“Tsk, so icy. Fine, consider this a free tip Silas chuckled softly.
“Your mother-in-law is here. She’s negotiating a deal with a massive buyer, and that buyer is holding a rather exquisite piece. Something that looks awfully familiar to me p>
Sienna’s hand froze over the file. “What is it p>
“Show up, and you’ll find out,” Silas teased.
“Oh, and that manipulative little friend you despise so much? She’s here too. Looks like she’s sporting a shiny new identity p>
With that, he hung up.
Sienna stared at her phone. He had intentionally left out the punchline, and it worked-her curiosity was completely hooked. What a bastard.
Still, what were Helena and Celeste doing at an underground auction? Why would Silas personally call her down there for it?
And what did he mean by an auction?
Ever since Celeste legally wormed her way back into the Sterling family tree as Eleanor’s god-granddaughter, securing her status as a wealthy heiress
She had completely buried her fangs. Gone were the petty tantrums.
Day in and day out, she played the obedient, overly attentive granddaughter to absolute perfection.
She had completely charmed Eleanor and Helena.
Everyone in the Sterling household adored and trusted her more than ever.
But Sienna knew human nature too well. She knew the toxic rot buried inside Celeste’s soul.
Someone who had spent years ruining lives wouldn’t magically settle down and play house forever.
She was laying low, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Sienna didn’t believe for a second that Celeste’s only goal was to keep the older women happy.
If that were true, how could she—and why would she—be secretly drugging Eleanor?
Lately, Sienna had been quietly piecing together evidence of Celeste’s deep-rooted corruption.
But the Sterlings were blind, wearing rose-colored glasses and refusing to see the truth.
And Jarred, forever guilt-tripped by: his supposed debt to her and his elders pressure kept shielding her making Sienna’s investigation a nightmare.
But now, a massive flaw had just served itself up on a silver platter. She wasn’t going to let it slide.
Sienna stayed quiet for two seconds before making a decision.
With Silas, forcing answers out of him was a waste of time. If he was tossing her a bone, it meant the payoff was huge.
She immediately dialed Alister. “Pick me up from the hospital. We’re going to the auction house p>