Chapter 350
Chapter 350:
Skye picked it up. “Hello p>
She listened, her expression unreadable.
Then she put it on speaker.
“This is Mr. Winters,” the voice boomed, distorted by rage. “I have the files, Beatrice. The ones your own secretary tried to hide. I know you paid the chauffeur. I know you paid the press. My lawyers are drafting the RICO charges as we speak p>
Beatrice let out a low moan.
“Fifty million,” Winters demanded. “Settlement. Today. Or I go to the feds with proof of bribery and extortion p>
“We don’t have it!” Beatrice rasped, her voice thin and reedy. “The accounts are frozen p>
“Then find it!” Winters screamed. “Or I take the house p>
The line went dead.
“What happened?” Liam asked, panic rising in his voice.
“Winters,” Skye said, setting the phone down. “He has the digital evidence. He wants fifty million, or he destroys what’s left of the family p>
“We don’t have fifty million,” Liam whispered. “Not with the accounts frozen by the SEC p>
“I know,” Skye said calmly.
“He’s coming back,” Liam groaned. “He’s bringing the press p>
Skye smoothed the blanket over Liam’s legs.
“I’ll handle him,” she said.
Liam looked at her with glazed eyes. “What p>
“I know the language of desperation,” Skye lied. “I know how to talk to greedy men. Let me go to him. I’ll convince him to take a deal p>
“He sounded furious, Skye. It’s dangerous p>
“I’m the only one who isn’t a Kensington,” Skye pointed out. “He hates you. He hates Beatrice. He might listen to me p>
Liam looked at her.
𝖳hi𝗌 𝗰o𝗇t𝗲𝗇𝗍 і𝘴 𝘢𝘶the𝘯𝘁іс 𝗳r𝘰m 𝘣e𝗅𝘯o𝘷е𝗹𝘴.𝖼o𝘮
He saw strength where he felt weakness.
“Okay,” he whispered. “But take the car. Take security p>
“No security,” Skye said. “It looks aggressive. I’ll go alone p>
She grabbed her keys and walked out before he could argue.
The drive to the Winters estate was short.
Their “estate” was a crumbling mansion on the edge of the wealthy district—a symbol of fading money, much like the Kensingtons were becoming.
Skye parked her car.
She checked her reflection in the mirror.
She didn’t look like a negotiator.
She looked like a shark.
She texted Alistair: Fish is on the hook. Prepare the loan documents.
She walked up to the door.
Mr. Winters opened it before she could knock.
He was holding a folder of printed emails, his face red.
“You!” he spat. “You Kensingtons are liars! You ruined my daughter p>
“I didn’t ruin anyone,” Skye said calmly. “But I can help you get paid p>
Message from Noa: Happy Friday dear readers, hope you have a great time this weekend, there will be a new novel in a few hours, God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>