Chapter 664
Chapter 664:
“Five minutes,” Liam growled. “If you’re not out in five minutes, I’m coming back in and leveling this place p>
He disappeared up the stairs with Tessa.
Skye turned toward the service elevator. She smoothed her dress, wiped a smudge of dirt from her cheek, and pressed the button for the ground floor.
It was time to crash the party.
The Grand Ballroom of the White Estate was a nauseating wonderland of pink and gold. There were pink roses, pink tablecloths, and a fountain spraying pink champagne. It looked like Barbie threw up on Versailles.
Tiffany White stood by the fireplace, beaming, showing her ring to the few guests who had braved the desert to attend. Lucian stood beside her, his hand gripping her shoulder a little too tightly.
“The transfer is processing, darling,” Lucian said, checking his phone. “Just a few more minutes for the bank to clear it p>
“I’m so happy,” Tiffany sighed. “We’re going to be a power couple p>
The elevator doors in the corner chimed softly. They slid open.
Skye Sterling stepped out.
She was a stroke of ink on a pink canvas. Her black tactical dress was severe, her combat boots jarring against the polished floor. She didn’t look like a guest; she looked like an executioner.
The room went silent.
“Skye?” Tiffany gasped. “How did you get in here p>
Lucian froze. His face went white. He knew instantly that if Skye was here, the cellar had been breached.
“Lucian Graves,” Skye said, her voice carrying across the room without shouting. “The game is over p>
“Security!” Lucian screamed, backing away. “Remove this woman p>
“Your security is indisposed,” Skye said calmly, walking toward them. “And your leverage is gone. Tessa is safe p>
𝖲𝘂pро𝗿𝘁 𝗍𝘩𝖾 a𝗎𝘵𝗁𝗈𝗿 𝗯y 𝗋𝖾а𝗱𝘪𝗻𝘨 𝗼n 𝘣e.𝘤o𝘮
Lucian’s eyes darted to the exits. He realized he was trapped.
“Tiffany,” Skye said, turning her gaze to the heiress. “Check your bank account. He’s not investing in your future. He’s robbing you to fund his escape p>
“Liar!” Tiffany shrieked, clutching Lucian’s arm. “You’re just jealous! You want him back p>
“I’d rather have the plague,” Skye deadpanned.
Suddenly, the massive screen behind them, meant to display a slideshow of the couple, flickered. Static hissed through the speakers.
Parker was at work.
The screen went black, then a video feed popped up. It was shaky footage from the prison surveillance, but the audio was clear.
Beatrice’s voice filled the room: “I want her gone… dead. Make sure it’s messy p>
Then the feed switched. It showed a spreadsheet. Rows and rows of numbers.
GRAVES FOUNDATION – INSOLVENT.
OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS – FROZEN.
WHITE FAMILY TRANSFER – TARGET: CAYMAN ISLAND – SHELL CORP.