Chapter 545
Chapter 545:
“He’s downstairs,” Julian said. “Sleeping on the couch in the library. He refused to leave the house. I think he’s afraid that if he blinks, you’ll vanish p>
Skye closed her eyes. “He knows p>
“About everything? Yes. We had a long talk while you were screaming,” Julian said grimly.
“Julian p>
“He needed to understand the scope of the threat,” Julian said firmly. “You’re not just fighting an ex-lover. You’re fighting a syndicate. He needed to know what Oracle is capable of p>
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from downstairs. Shouting. The sound of something breaking.
Julian frowned. He pressed a button on the intercom. “Alfred? What is going on p>
“It’s Ms. Quinn, sir,” the butler’s voice came through, strained. “And Ms. Stone. They… forced their way in past the gate security p>
Sienna.
Skye threw the covers off.
“Skye, no,” Julian warned. “You’re too weak p>
“Help me up,” Skye commanded. Her eyes were hard, the vulnerability from moments ago replaced by cold steel. “If that witch is in my house, I’m going to remove her p>
Julian sighed, but he offered his arm.
Skye leaned heavily on him as they walked to the landing of the grand staircase.
Below, in the foyer, it was chaos.
Sienna Quinn was there, dressed in a gaudy leopard-print coat that had seen better days. Next to her was a woman Skye recognized from the tabloids—Bianca Stone, a distant cousin of the Stone family who had latched onto Sienna for clout.
Sienna looked manic, her makeup smeared, the desperation of a fugitive clinging to her like cheap perfume.
They were arguing with Alfred, the Vance family’s head butler.
“I have rights!” Sienna screamed, waving a piece of paper. “This bitch owes me money! I know she’s Oracle! I know she bought the debt on my condo! I need cash p>
𝘕𝗈 𝘪𝗇𝘵𝘳u𝘴іv𝖾 𝗮𝖽𝘀 𝗈n 𝘣𝘦𝗅𝘯𝗼𝗏е𝘭𝗌.𝗰𝗈𝘮
She reached out and shoved a Ming vase on a pedestal. It wobbled dangerously.
“Hey!” Skye’s voice rang out from the top of the stairs.
The room went silent. Everyone looked up.
Skye stood there, pale as a ghost in her white silk pajamas, leaning on Julian. But her chin was high, her expression imperious.
“Get your hands off my furniture, Sienna,” Skye said.
Sienna looked up. Her eyes narrowed with hate. “Look at you. You look like a corpse p>
“And you look like a fugitive who ran out of places to hide,” Skye shot back.
Sienna gasped. “How dare you! I am Liam’s fiancée p>
“Fiancée?” Skye laughed. It was a dry, rasping sound. “Liam dumped you publicly months ago. You’re nothing but a wanted criminal trespassing on private property p>
“He loves me! He told me!” Sienna shrieked, deluding herself to the end. “And you! You ruined everything! You took my money p>
“I didn’t take your money,” Skye said calmly. “I just stopped you from stealing mine p>
“Liar!” Sienna shrieked. “I need that money to leave the country! Give it to me p>
“Or what?” Skye asked. “You’ll call the police? Please do. I’m sure they’d love to know where you are p>