Chapter 710
Chapter 710:
“Precisely p>
“But at what cost?” Skye whispered. “He’s burning his name. His family’s honor. Beatrice will never forgive him p>
“Beatrice is part of the problem,” Julian noted dryly. “But here is the other half of the equation, Skye. When the king falls, the throne is empty. The board will be in a panic. They will need a savior. Someone with a spotless reputation, incredible business acumen, and… a connection to the family p>
He pointed a long finger at her.
“You p>
Skye recoiled. “Me? I’m the ex-wife. I’m the enemy p>
“You are the victim,” Julian corrected. “The public loves you right now. You are the survivor of the island. You are the genius behind Oracle. You are the woman who escaped the monster. If you step in and offer to stabilize Kensington Global through a merger or a trusteeship… the board will kiss your feet p>
“I don’t want his company,” Skye said fiercely. “Not like this. Not by standing on his grave p>
“It’s not a grave, it’s a trench,” Julian said. “He’s digging it so he can fight. And he needs you to hold the fort while he’s gone. If you don’t take control, Arthur Sterling will. Or worse, the Syndicate will buy the controlling stake through shell companies while the stock is tanking p>
Skye’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Felix.
Board meeting just ended. Vote of no confidence passed. Liam is out. Security is escorting him from the building.
Skye stood up. “I have to go to him p>
“Don’t,” Julian warned. “He needs to play this scene alone. If you go to him, you ruin the narrative that you two are estranged p>
“I don’t care about the narrative!” Skye shouted. “He’s my… he’s Liam p>
She turned and ran out of the library.
𝘚𝘂𝗉𝘱𝗈𝘳𝘵 th𝖾 𝗮𝗎t𝗁𝗈r 𝖻у 𝗿е𝗮𝖽i𝗻𝗴 𝗈n 𝖻е𝗅ոо𝗏𝘦𝗅s.𝖼о𝘮
Julian watched her go, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “Love,” he muttered to the empty room. “The only variable I can never calculate p>
The scene outside Kensington Tower was a circus. Reporters swarmed like locusts, cameras flashing in a stroboscopic frenzy.
Skye’s car couldn’t get within a block. She jumped out and pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering in her throat.
She saw him.
Liam was walking out of the revolving doors. He carried a single cardboard box. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket; his shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie loose. He looked disheveled, defeated.
Or so it seemed.
A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. “Mr. Kensington! Is it true you spit on Miss Quinn’s grave? Is it true you embezzled funds p>
Liam stopped. He looked at the camera.
Slowly, terrifyingly, a smile spread across his face. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was the smile of a wolf that had just realized the sheep pen was unlocked. It was manic, dangerous, and utterly unhinged.
“Think what you want,” Liam said, his voice carrying over the crowd. “I’m finally free p>
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