Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
“Chloe,” Skye said, “the world already knows I’m Oracle. And that video? It shows a grieving wife trying to calm a hysterical woman. The audio won’t pick up a whisper in that rain. It will just look like I was begging her to stop p>
“People will read your lips!” Chloe shrieked.
“From fifty feet away in a downpour? Good luck with that,” Skye countered. “And you? You’re radioactive. You bullied me when I was ‘poor.’ You sided with Seraphina. You have no talent—only volume p>
Chloe’s face twisted. “I’ll go to Dominic Thorne! He’ll hire me! He hates you p>
Alistair stopped cleaning his gun.
He looked up. His eyes were terrifying.
“Dominic,” Alistair said softly.
“Go to him,” Skye said to Chloe. “Please. Be his problem p>
She pressed a button on her desk. “Security. Escort the trash out p>
Two guards grabbed Chloe by the elbows. She kicked and screamed as they dragged her back to the elevator.
“You’ll regret this! I’m a star p>
The doors closed.
Silence returned.
Skye turned to the large screen on the wall and tapped her tablet.
A photo appeared: a young man with haunted eyes and a jawline that could cut glass.
Sebastian Thorne.
Dominic’s illegitimate half-brother. The one Dominic treated like a servant. The one mentioned in the Ledger as a “potential liability p>
“It’s time,” Skye said. “Operation Eclipse p>
“We launch him?” Harper asked, grinning.
“We make him the biggest star in the city,” Skye declared. “We give him the resources Dominic denied him. We use him to tear Dominic’s media empire apart from the inside p>
Alistair stood up and holstered his weapon.
𝗧𝗁і𝘴 ѕ𝗍𝗼𝘳y 𝖻е𝗅𝗼𝗻gѕ 𝘵𝘰 bеlո𝗼v𝗲ls.𝘤𝗼𝘮
He walked over to Skye and looked at the photo of his other brother.
“Sebastian hates Dominic almost as much as I do,” Alistair said. “He’ll be a good weapon p>
“He’s not just a weapon,” Skye said. “He’s a message. To Dominic. That I can take his cast-offs and turn them into kings p>
The private dining room at Le Ciel was dimly lit.
Skye cut into her Wellington steak with precision. The knife sliced through the meat effortlessly.
Alistair sat next to her, drinking a dark red wine.
The door flew open.
Dominic Thorne marched in, furious. He slammed a tablet onto the table.
On the screen was a video of Sebastian Thorne. He was singing.
The video had ten million views in twenty-four hours.
“What is this game, Skye?” Dominic snarled.
Skye chewed slowly, swallowed, and dabbed her mouth with a napkin.
“It’s called talent management, Dominic. You should try it sometime p>
“He’s my brother!” Dominic shouted. “He belongs to Thorne Media p>