Chapter 287 Revenge
The moment Ivory stepped out of Aelfric’s office, her phone rang. An unfamiliar number flashed across the screen, but the second she saw the digits, she answered the call without hesitation.
“How is everything going?” A woman’s voice echoed on the other end of the line.
Ivory could barely contain her excitement. “It’s done! Aelfric agreed to cooperate. Once those smear pieces about Renee start flooding the internet and the Mitchell family buckles under public pressure, you’ll be free to make your move.”
A sharp glint flickered in Ivory’s eyes as her tone turned icy. “This time, I’ll make sure Renee is utterly destroyed!”
The woman on the other end let out a low, chilling laugh.
Ivory quickly reined in her emotions, though a trace of doubt lingered. “Are you absolutely certain there won’t be any hiccups on your side?”
“Please! Just focus on your part. I have everything under control,” the woman scoffed, her confidence unwavering.
Ivory frowned slightly. Suspicion gnawed at her, but she knew better than to ask more about the matter.
After all, she had already suffered a humiliating defeat at Renee’s hands. If this woman hadn’t come knocking with an offer of revenge, she might never have had the chance to strike back.
Renee had taken everything from her–her job, her reputation, and her dignity. That wound festered deep, and now, it was time to settle the score.
“I understand. I’ll keep a close watch on Aelfric’s end,” Ivory replied.
“Aelfric?” The woman chuckled, her voice dripping with disdain. “He’s nothing but a pawn. The real mastermind is Deanna Fuller. But don’t worry -even if they screw up, we still have the Doyle and Perez families in our pocket. No way the Mitchells could walk away unscathed this time.”
Ivory exhaled slowly, her nerves easing slightly.
She was just a nurse, an outsider in the cutthroat world of high society. But this woman–she had power, influence, and a network of connections she could only dream of. Right now, trusting the woman wasn’t a choice; it was her only option.
“That’s reassuring. As long as Renee falls, I don’t care what it takes.” Determination burned in Ivory’s eyes.
The woman said, “That’s the spirit. People like you, with real hunger, real drive–will get things done. Hesitation is for the weak. Don’t worry; once it’s all over, you’ll get your rewards.”
The call ended with a soft click. Ivory leaned back against the car seat, staring out at the neon–lit streets. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Renee… This time, you’re finished.”
Meanwhile, in a lavish house across town, Sylvia put away her phone with a satisfied smirk. A calculating glint flickered in her eyes as she leaned back, basking in the thrill of the game she was about to play.
After lying low for so long, she believed the moment had finally come–her move was set in motion.
The door creaked open, and in an instant, the ruthless glint in Sylvia’s eyes vanished. By the time she turned around, warmth had replaced the cold calculation on her face.
“You’re awake?” Jarrod’s voice was deep and husky, reminding Sylvia of the passion last night.
The man who always seemed so polished and composed had been anything but that in bed–untamed, relentless, utterly insatiable. If she
hadn’t surrendered and pleaded for mercy halfway through the night, he would have gone on until dawn without restraint.
“What’s that you’re holding? It smells amazing.” Sylvia’s voice was soft, laced with curiosity as she inhaled the inviting aroma.
Her expression sent a jolt of desire through Jarrod, making him want to pin her back onto the bed and make her cry out for him again.
Sylvia saw the desire in Jarrod’s gaze–she always did. Manipulating a man’s heart was second nature to her. All except William’s.
But that didn’t matter. Once the Mitchell family crumbled, once William was stripped of his wealth and forced to bow his head in defeat, she would
see just how unshakable his heart was then.
