Chapter 561
Chapter 561:
Wesley stopped in his tracks, his cold gaze cutting back to Gabriela.
“Why did you transfer the Lakeshore Building to my name?” Gabriela asked, her voice steady but sharp.
For a moment, there was only silence.
The lights of the hospital corridor washed over Wesley’s face, painting him in shades of icy detachment.
When he finally spoke, his tone was distant. “I’m sure you’ve heard that I’m getting married. Transferring assets before marriage is standard practice in our circle. I trust you, and Grandma likes you. That’s why I chose you p>
𝘚𝗍𝗼𝗿𝘪𝘦𝗌 y𝗈𝘶 𝘄оո’𝘵 𝗉𝘂t 𝗱o𝘸𝗻 o𝗻
The words hung in the air like a blade, sharp and merciless.
Gabriela stared at him, disbelief widening her eyes.
She willed herself to stay composed, but the sting in her chest betrayed her.
“I don’t believe you, Wesley!” Gabriela’s voice rang out, sharp and trembling with emotion. “If this is just some convenient arrangement, then why the hell did Brett wire me that much money p>
Wesley’s eyes darkened, his tone dropping to a chilling calm. “Believe whatever story helps you sleep at night. But understand this: with my property in your name, a few million is of little concern p>
He stepped closer, his expression unreadable, his voice edged with quiet authority. “And brace yourself. This won’t be the last time p>
For people like them, bank statements and official accounts were just a fraction of the truth. The hidden properties, secret investments, and off-the-books holdings far exceeded what ordinary minds could even fathom.
Before tying the knot, meticulously cataloging every asset and ensuring no disputes could arise in the event of a divorce was common practice.
Gabriela fixed him with a burning stare. “So that’s why you won’t see me or take my calls p>
Wesley’s eyes remained cold, his nod curt. “Yes. Don’t come looking for me again p>
Her chest heaved, fury flaring like wildfire. “I won’t come looking for you again! And since the Lakeshore Building is in my name, I’m keeping it p>
Her voice rose, fierce and and unyielding. “I will marry the most eligible bachelor in Okburg using your property p>
A flash of tension crossed Wesley’s face. His fists clenched, a sharp sneer twisting his lips. “If I could give it to you quietly, Gabriela, I can take it back just as easily p>
Her eyes blazed. “Then we’ll see about that p>
Wesley said nothing and turned to leave.
Billy hurried to follow him, glancing back at Gabriela despite himself.
She stood frozen, her face vacant, almost as if the world had stopped moving around her.
Billy’s mind flickered to memories of how skilled she had once been at pleasing Mr. Moss. She would bend to the will of circumstance without crossing legal boundaries, always bright and ever optimistic.
Her vibrancy was now overshadowed by heartbreak.
The two reached the parking lot.
Wesley sank into the back seat of the car, leaning back with a weary exhale and closing his eyes.
Billy’s voice was cautious. “Mr. Moss, shall we return to the company now p>
“Yeah,” Wesley replied, his tone clipped.
As the car eased forward, Billy couldn’t help stealing glances through the rearview mirror.
Wesley finally broke the silence. “What is it you want to say to me? Spill it p>
Billy responded quickly, “The Blue Star buzz online is going viral. Should we try to suppress it p>
“Don’t worry about it,” Wesley said flatly. “Just make sure Gabriela doesn’t get dragged into it p>
“Understood,” Billy replied.
The incident had blown up so much that even Rebecca’s parents, who were rarely active online, had caught wind of it.
In the Howards’ house, Matthew’s voice carried a restrained edge of anger as he addressed his daughter in the living room. “Rebecca, what were you doing in a place like that p>
The Howards were a family with a long-standing reputation, built over generations through careful cultivation of influence and respect.
Their children were raised with the strictest standards, taught etiquette and character befitting their status.
Daughters from prominent families rarely ventured into such places.
Rebecca frowned, exasperation flashing across her face. “Dad, you’ve got it all wrong! That anonymous male escort is spreading lies. I wasn’t even at Blue Star p>
Matthew’s lips pressed into a thin line, the anger still simmering. “You are lying,” he said, clearly displeased.