Chapter 20
Grayson had been right all along
Just when Whitmore Group’s stock finally appeared to be stabilizing, several major Investment firms–almost as if on cue–suddenly withdrew their capital. The market crashed, sending the company’s stock price plummeting to a historic low.
Grayson stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows of his office, lists clenched tightly at his sides.
Daniel stood behind him, not daring to make a sound.
“Where’s Xander?”
“We can’t reach him anymore.”
A suffocating silence filled the office. Sweat poured down Daniel’s forehead as he gathered the courage to lay a folder on Grayson’s desk.
“We traced the source of those investment firms. They may look Independent, but they’re all subsidiaries of S&R Capital.”
A strange calm washed over Grayson. He had expected this.
His Instincts had been right.
It was her
It was Savannah.
She’d come for her revenge. Time
If this was how she wanted to play..
Outside S&R Capital’s headquarters, Grayson stood in a wrinkled suit, bloodshot eyes fixed on the building
He’d been here for three days.
The receptionist had coldly and politely declined every one of his appointment requests, Security had blocked each of his attempts to get past the lobby,
But he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Get out of my way,” he growled.
Before the guard could react, Grayson had shoved past him and stormed into the elevator.
Today, he had to see her.
The doors to the executive suite burst open.
Savannah sat by the window, ber back to him, the fountain pen in her hand leaving a sharp mark on the document.
Whitmore,” she said without turning, her voice detached and calm. “Trespassing on private property? I could have you arrested.”
Grayson’s breath caught in his throat
That voice…
He’d heard it a thousand times in his dreams, and yet now, so close, it was as cold as a stranger’s.
.” he rasped, taking a step closer. “I know it’s you”
A last, the turned around,
Sunlight framed her figure from behind, outlining her slender figure. Her makeup was immaculate, and the vulnerable girl who once wept for him had long since vanished.
“Lin,” she corrected him, tapping her nameplate on the desic “Or, if you prefer, Ms. Reed”
Grayson’s chest heaved.
H
“now the truth about Claire,” he blurted, stepping forward until his palms pressed against her desk. “She staged everything! She manipulated me! I thought the guy in the sack was trying to hurt her–1 didn’t know it was you…”
Savannah stared at him in silence, bet expression unreadable.
His voice cracked. “If I had known–how could I possibly..“
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“Possibly what?” she interrupted with a laugh. “Not shove me off that elevated platform yourself? Not crash my ribs with a iron rod? Not stomp my hand until the bones shattered?”
She picked up a remote and pressed a button.
A screen lowered from the ceiling. Footage began to play: the sack falling open, revealing Savannah’s bloodied, pale face.
Grayson stood nearby, impassive, Claire smiled in the background, triumphant.
And then–Grayson lifting the rod. The sound of impact, Savannah’s body curling inward. The faintest, prined cry.
Grayson’s face drained of color.
Would you like me to keep playing?” Savannah propped her chin on her hand, her tone light. “I’ve got more. The part where Claire calls you ‘she was yours‘ while you hold her in your arms?”
He couldn’t speak. His throat tightened. He fell to his knees with a thud.
“I’m sorry…” he choked, clutching the edge of her desk. “I swear–I didn’t know.
Savannah looked down at him and almost laughed.
Grayson Whitmore, once so untouchable, was now on his knees like a stray dog at her feet.
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