Chapter 315
Chapter 315:
A snake in the family—how much lower could someone stoop? Betraying blood ties for power and profit? It was the kind of story that soured the soul.
“So, what’s the plan?” John pressed, urgency clear in his tone.
Leonel needed a wake-up call—one sharp enough to make him think twice before striking again.
“First, get the hospital on the line for an ambulance. Then, leak news of my car accident to the media. Let’s give them a show.” Austin’s reply was calm but calculated.
He wasn’t just playing the game; he was setting the board. His eyes gleamed with the cold, steely resolve of someone ready to outwit his foe.
The plot was thickening, and the game was heating up.
Leonel must have been feeling the heat with the board meeting looming. But Austin knew the chairman’s seat was still his for the taking.
Aitana had personally tasked Austin with handling this situation, a move that clearly didn’t sit well with Leonel. What Leonel failed to grasp, though, was that Aitana wasn’t in the dark about his scheming.
As if Aitana would ever let Leonel run the company. No way.
If Leonel wanted to play games, Austin was more than ready to join in.
His steely gaze spoke volumes—he was prepared to give as good as he got.
John, quick on his feet, wasted no time calling for an ambulance.
Yelena, watching Austin’s maneuvering, couldn’t help but admire his strategy. Smart move, indeed.
If their enemy thought Austin was down for the count, they’d surely let their guard slip. That was when they’d hit back hard, catching the enemy completely off guard. Feigning injury wasn’t just a tactic; it was a masterstroke.
John rang up the Bowen family’s hospital, ensuring the ambulance arrived in record time.
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Why not use one of the Barton-owned facilities? Simple.
They couldn’t risk Leonel catching wind of the situation. That sly fox would undoubtedly sniff around for details. But at the Bowen family’s hospital, the staff knew better than to spill secrets, especially under John’s orders. Jobs weren’t easy to come by, after all.
John had considered this from the very beginning. With everything set, the ambulance whisked Austin away, and the plan fell into place. Soon, the media was having a field day.
“Breaking News: Kheley’s Most Powerful Heir Caught In A Tragic Car Crash p>
“Shocking Accident Leaves Austin’s Fate Hanging By A Thread p>
“Insiders Report That Austin’s Condition Is Critical p>
Within moments, news of Austin’s accident was all over the headlines.
The public was in complete shock.
Rumors ran wild, with many questioning whether the crash was a simple accident or part of a deeper scheme.
The Internet exploded with theories and debates.
As expected, the news reached Leonel first.
When he heard the shocking update, a wave of elation washed over him. He could barely contain his excitement, already imagining himself popping bottles in celebration.
It seemed like fate was finally on his side!
Austin, who had always managed to dodge trouble, had finally met his match. The lucky streak couldn’t last forever.
This time, Leonel was more determined than ever to take back what he believed was rightfully his.
Leonel had been waiting for this opportunity for what felt like an eternity. As the second son of the Barton family, he had always lived in the shadow of his older brother, Philip.
When Philip passed away, Leonel thought his time had finally come, that he would finally claim the position and recognition he believed he deserved. But no—now it was his nephew Austin’s turn to bask in the family’s spotlight. The injustice of it all burned deeply within him.
Why should Philip and his son have everything? Was Leonel not a Barton as well?
Resentment festered in Leonel’s heart.
He had tried countless times to undermine Austin, but the younger man had proven frustratingly resilient, evading every trap Leonel set.
But this time would be different. This time, Leonel wouldn’t leave it to chance. He had meticulously planned every step, ensuring there would be no escape for Austin. As he leaned back, a slow, cold smile crept onto his face.
At that moment, Leonel’s wife Aanya glided into the room, resting a perfectly manicured hand on her husband’s shoulder. “You look unusually pleased, darling,” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. “What’s put you in such a good mood p>