Chapter 321
Chapter 321:
The Sinclair merger was dead. Liam had received the termination email, and Alistair had confirmed it. But Skye Sterling didn’t believe in dead ends; she believed in demolition and reconstruction.
Three hours before sunset, Skye had made a call to Chairman Sinclair. She didn’t ask for a meeting. She leveraged Oracle’s reach and informed him that Oracle Holdings now controlled the majority of the supply-chain contracts Sinclair depended on for his shipping division. If he wanted his boats to move, he would have dinner with her.
He had agreed, reluctantly. And so, the negotiation dinner was resurrected—not to save Liam, but to bury him.
The night of the Sinclair negotiation dinner arrived with the weight of a storm front.
This was not a gala. There were no red carpets, no flashing lights. This was a private, high-stakes dinner at the Sinclair estate, intended to salvage the merger deal Liam had destroyed.
Skye stood in front of the full-length mirror in Alistair’s penthouse guest room. The dress was a masterpiece of psychological warfare: midnight-blue velvet that hugged every curve, high-necked but with a back that plunged dangerously low. It was conservative enough for old money, but aggressive enough to announce she was in charge.
She pinned a brooch to her chest. It looked like a stylized eye—gold and sapphire. It wasn’t a microphone this time; she didn’t need to record anything. It was a symbol. The Oracle eye.
Her phone buzzed. An encrypted message from Felix.
Liam is on his way. He’s desperate. He plans to crash the dinner.
“Let him come,” Skye whispered to the empty room.
“Are you sure about this?” Felix asked from the doorway. He was dressed in a tuxedo, acting as her escort since Gabriel was still incapacitated.
“I need the Sinclair Group to see the difference between us,” Skye said, applying a dark, blood-red lipstick. “Liam is chaos. I am control. If he crashes the dinner, he proves my point p>
“The car is downstairs,” Felix said.
“Let’s go p>
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At the venue—a sprawling estate on the cliffs overlooking the ocean—Liam was arguing with the gate security.
“I am Liam Kensington!” he shouted, his face flushed. “I have a standing invitation p>
“Mr. Sinclair revoked all standing invitations, sir,” the guard said stoically. “This is a private meeting for creditors and shareholders p>
“I’m the CEO!” Liam roared.
“And Ms. Sterling is the primary creditor,” the guard replied. “She is already inside p>
Liam froze.
She was inside. She was pitching to his partners.
He pulled out his phone and dialed the one person inside who might still listen to him—a junior VP he had bribed months ago.
“Get me in,” Liam hissed. “Open the side gate. Now p>
Inside the dining room, the atmosphere was stiff. Chairman Sinclair sat at the head of the table, looking like a man who had swallowed a lemon.
“Ms. Sterling,” Sinclair said, eyeing her warily, “you have acquired a significant portion of Kensington debt. Is it your intention to liquidate the company p>
Skye took a sip of water. “My intention, Chairman, is to stabilize it. Kensington Global has good bones. It just has… rot at the head p>