CHAPTER 49
Donovan Grant grunted angrily after looking at his company shares. They had been dropping lately. All the investors were pulling out, and no new ones were willing to join hands with backbiters.
"Clark, I'll make sure you rot in jail," he growled, slamming his fist on the table.
He pressed the telecom button and called his secretary.
"How may I be of help to you, sir?" the secretary, Adele, said politely.
"Adele, there's something I need you to do for me."
"What's that?"
"Go to the SE in the East Pavilion. Tell him that it's time to unleash their works," he ordered.
"Yes, sir. I'll do that right away." Adele bowed and left.
"William, you've got the upper hand and have used it for what you wish to do with it. It's time I put that hand into the mud... mud that can't be washed off anymore," he growled and laughed hysterically.
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Tina paced her office, biting her fingers as she kept glancing at the files on her table.
"Something isn't right somewhere," she muttered.
Her assistant, Riley, walked in.
"Ohh… hey. It's good that you're here," she sighed. "I can't understand this. There was supposed to be a new dress delivered to Mr. Rogers in Chicago, but I can't find it registered or signed," she explained.
"I delivered it personally and shipped it off."
"Something feels off. Which airport did you use to ship off the goods?"
"I used the Chicago Airlines."
"Someone must have tampered with the delivery process."
"I'll work on it. I'll start investigating."
"Get done with it fast," she said, collapsing into the chair.
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"Liam, take a look at this. The pointer is showing green, which means Donovan is out," Jeremy noted.
"I thought he was hiding for good, but now he's still out there, scheming," Liam commented.
"Should we inform William about it?"
"No, not yet. Let's trap Donovan first, then we tell him."
"Okay, if you say so," Jeremy said, turning his gaze back to the computer. "Has Kate finally shared the news with him?"
"She has never told him the truth."
"But why did she decide not to? After all, it's good news."
"It's her problem—she has to figure it out."
"Or is it because of William's coldness?"
"Let's say it's like that, but I don't think that's a reasonable excuse. William is just the distant type."
"So you mean..."
Liam's phone buzzed, cutting off Jeremy's voice.
"It's William," Liam said, turning the screen to Jeremy.
"Answer it."
"Hey," Liam greeted.
"What did you guys find out?" William's voice came through.
Liam glanced at Jeremy before answering. "We're still on it. We've not gotten anything yet."
Jeremy shook his head slightly.
"If you find anything, you shouldn't hesitate to tell me."
"Okay."
"Let Jeremy continue with the findings. Come over—we have a meeting with the board of directors."
"Okay," he replied, then hung up.
"I have to go," Liam said, picking up some of his things.
"Do you think it's right to keep what we've found from him?" Jeremy asked.
"You should just keep working on what you're assigned to do."
"Okay, if you say so. I'll stay in my lane. But if you don't do the right thing in time, then don't blame me for telling him everything."
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In the bustling side of Greensville, the company REXILE HOLDINGS was thriving with a lot of customers, workers, and staff.
In the CEO's office, Adele sat opposite the CEO, Mr. Dawine, on the sofa. There were many files scattered across the table.
"So, William almost destroyed our plan," Mr. Dawine growled.
"I think he's two steps ahead of us," Adele replied.
"What does Donovan want me to do?"
"He wants the East Wing deal."
Dawine leaned back in his chair. "Hmm! I'm relieved. This is going to be hot." He chuckled and laughed hysterically.
A long silence stretched between them. Adele smirked.
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Kate arrived at the mansion before noon. She didn't know why she came back early, but she just wanted a comforting place—a place to think straight—and the mansion was the only option.
She sat on the couch in the living room, grabbed her phone, and switched it on. There were some notifications and business messages. She ignored them and placed her phone on the shelf.
She placed her hand gently and firmly on her stomach. A small smile appeared on her lips. She sighed.
"Mommy is going to take care of you… and destroy those bastards," she sniffled.
She stood up and walked towards the East Wing. Her pace was soft and gentle. She opened the door; it creaked loudly. She slipped in. The dust was golden-brown, decked around the louvers and the door chamber.
She walked towards the bookshelf. There were many old books. She picked one up, dusted it off, and opened the first page. As she flipped through the pages, a letter slipped out from the middle.
She bent down to pick it up, opened it, and read. Her eyes widened when she saw her father's name on the letter.
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DEAR Kate,
If you happen to see this letter, I want you to know that leaving this world and business to you alone to manage is the hardest and biggest thing to do. Kate, do know that this has been planned beforehand. My brother, Carlos, is the one that came to us that morning. If you get to live with the Dray, make sure not to lose them and their trust. Manage your business and be careful. Enemies are lurking around. Do not believe anyone—even our relatives. We saw this coming, but we chose to embrace it for your sake.
Your Dad,
Max Jones
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Tears trickled down Kate's cheeks like a running ocean. She couldn't hold them back. She wiped her eyes dry, folded the letter, and kept it under her dress. As she was about to put the book back, she suddenly heard the honk of William's car.
"He's back," she said quickly, and left.
William entered the mansion. He stopped the maid who was holding a basket of clothes.
"Good afternoon, sir," the maid bowed.
"Where's she?" he asked, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
"I saw her going towards the East Wing."
He turned. "What could she be doing there?" he muttered.
As he was about to head to the East Wing, Kate appeared in front of him. He stopped abruptly.
"What were you doing at the East Wing?" he asked, without greeting.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? I was doing nothing… and again, I wasn't coming from the East Wing. I was coming from the garden," she answered, her expression unreadable.
Something flickered in his eyes.
"Who told you I was in the East Wing?" she continued.
"No one."
"Hmph! What are you keeping in the East Wing that you're hiding from me?"
"There's nothing there."
She took another step, closing the space between them.
"Why do I feel like you're lying? Why do I feel like you know something about my parents' death?" she smirked.
William flinched. His expression changed, but he quickly masked it with a cold face.
"What do you mean?"