Chapter 338
Chapter 338:
She was led to a private visitation room, a privilege bought by Oracle’s high-priced lawyers.
The door on the other side opened. Uncle Arthur was brought in. He wore an orange jumpsuit, chains clinking around his waist and ankles.
He looked aged. His hair was thinning, his skin sallow. But his eyes were manic, darting around the room.
He sat down. “Skye. My favorite niece. Come to gloat p>
Skye sat opposite him, behind the thick glass.
“I came to offer you a lifeline, Uncle p>
Arthur laughed, a dry, hacking sound. “You have nothing I want. You put me here p>
“I have the location of the offshore accounts,” Skye lied smoothly. “The ones you thought were frozen. I can unfreeze them. Give you access to commissary funds. Better lawyers p>
Arthur froze. Greed was his trigger. It always had been.
“The Tomb is empty, Uncle,” Skye said, leaning in. “You know that. You checked the wrong spot. You checked the sarcophagus p>
Arthur’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s in a secondary vault,” Skye continued, spinning the lie. “My father mentioned it in a diary I found. But I need the key to the main door to access the mechanism. The key you have in storage p>
Arthur stared at her, calculating. “You think I’m stupid?” he sneered.
“I think you’re desperate,” Skye countered. “I know about your gambling debts to the cartel inside. I know they threatened to cut you p>
Arthur went pale. Skye had hit the mark. Alistair’s intel was good.
“I can pay off your debts,” Skye offered. “I’ll transfer fifty thousand to your commissary account right now. And I’ll hire the best defense team money can buy—if you sign the release for the key p>
Arthur hesitated.
“It’s just a key,” he muttered. “A useless piece of silver p>
𝗙𝗂𝗻𝗱 𝗒𝗈𝘶𝗿 𝘧𝗮vо𝗋𝘪𝘵e 𝗴𝗲𝗇𝘳𝗲 o𝗇 b𝗲𝗹ո𝘰𝗏е𝗹𝘴.с𝘰𝗆
“Then sign,” Skye said, sliding a document under the glass partition.
“Wait!” Arthur shouted.
He glanced at the guards. They stood by the door, looking bored.
“Money first,” he hissed.
Skye tapped her phone screen. “Transfer sent. Check the kiosk if you don’t believe me. The lawyer is already retained. He’s waiting outside p>
The guard near the door nodded to Arthur—he was on Alistair’s payroll too.
Arthur picked up the pen. His hand shook, but he signed the Property Release Form.
“Now tell me where the gold is!” Arthur demanded, pressing his face to the glass.
Skye stood, taking the signed form.
“There is no gold, Uncle. There never was p>
Arthur’s face turned purple. “You lying bitch p>
“You killed my parents for a fairytale,” Skye said, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.
Arthur slammed his fists against the glass. “It was mine! The Sterling legacy! I deserved it p>
Guards rushed in to restrain him.
“I’ll kill you!” Arthur screamed as they dragged him back. “I’ll kill you like I killed them!” He confessed.