Chapter 640
Just as they pulled up to the Sterling Group building, Sienna’s phone rang.
It was Alister.
Sienna tapped the speaker button, and Alister’s panicked voice flooded the car. “Ms. Sloan, something terrible has happened!
“Maloney’s plane… there was an accident mid-flight. It’s confirmed… it crashed p>
“What did you just say p>
The words struck Sienna like a bolt of lightning.
The perfectly organized, foolproof handover had instantly transformed into a catastrophic nightmare.
A freezing, dead silence swallowed the interior of the car.
Just as they struggled to process the shock, Sienna’s phone buzzed again.
Jarred’s name flashed on the screen.
She hesitated for a split second before answering.
The man’s deep, restrained voice came through, laced with a subtle tension.
“Do not go into the building. Stay exactly where you are and wait for me p>
It was a short, blunt command with no explanation, yet it perfectly predicted the impending storm.
Thea’s heart dropped. She instinctively looked out the window toward the main entrance.
Sienna looked up too, her icy gaze piercing the glass to scan the front steps.
She knew the cunning, self-serving nature of the Sterling Board of Directors all too well.
And she instantly understood the true meaning behind Jarred’s call.
With Maloney dead, everyone would immediately point their fingers at the one person spearheading the handover—the only person who had been in direct contact with Maloney during the entire process: her.
The storm had already arrived.
Sure enough, a swarm of men in tailored suits flooded out of the lobby.
Their expressions were vicious as they charged down the front steps.
Their faces were livid, their strides aggressive, like a pack of starving vultures catching the scent of fresh blood.
Sienna’s eyes grew cold. Knowing exactly what was about to happen she spoke softly into the phones- It’s too late p>
With that, she hung up.
Before Thea could react, their car was completely swarmed by the aggressive mob.
Dozens of directors blockaded the vehicle, sealing off any chance of escape.
*Bang! Bang! Bang p>
They pounded savagely on the doors, rocking the chassis.
Through the reinforced glass, the distorted, furious faces were crystal clear.
Their venomous accusations bled through the barriers.
“Sienna! What the hell did you do p>
“You were his only point of contact! You’re the one who said he was coming back! You’re the one telling us he crashed! Why would fus private jet suddenly go down p>
“Did you sabotage the flight?! Get out of the car! Explain yourself p>
The crowd descended into a frenzied uproar.
Hostile faces pressed against the windows, a tidal wave of aggression threatening to tear them apart.
A cold sweat broke out on Thea’s back. Looking at the savage executives, her skin crawled.
She slammed her hand on the central locking system. “Sienna, höld on! I’ll ram us out of here! We have to leave now
She threw the car into drive, ready to floor the gas and force their way out.
She just wanted to get Sienna away from this absolute madness.
But just as the engine revved.
A slender but firm hand clamped over hers on the steering wheel.
“Don’t,” Sienna ordered, stopping her dead in her tracks with an unwavering gaze.
She turned to the panicked lawyer, absolutely devoid of fear.
“If we run now, I officially become the murderer who killed Maloney for a power grab p>
Thea’s eyes widened in realization. “What are you going to do p>