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    To fortify their position, the Higgins family had “identally” funneled every damning piece of evidence pointing to Ophelia straight into police hands. The Johnson family now faced an avnche of consequences from which they could never hope to escape unscathed. Contemting the current situation, Nathan felt a delicious lightness bubble up inside him, recing the earlier dread.


    “Oh, and thanks to Ophelia’s spectacr downfall, my dear brother’s carefully crafted reputation at thepany lies in smoking ruins. After all, Ophelia is still his wife. The senior executives have convened an emergency meeting to burn the midnight oil plotting damage control, while Jarrett’s position hangs by a thread.”


    He could almost visualize Jarrett’s humiliating descent from power, the mental image flooding him with a perverse satisfaction that warmed him from within like aged whiskey.


    Sadie absorbed his words in calcted silence, a ghost of a smile dancing at the corners of her lips. The borate chess game unfolded precisely ording to her meticulous design.


    The Johnson family now crumbled like a house of cards, Jarrett’s power slipping through his fingers like water, and Nathan—the overlooked heir to the Higgins family—


    Empire—finally had the chance to ascend to the position of power he had coveted for so long.


    “Then allow me to offer my congrattions prematurely, Nathan,” she purred, amusement threading through her silken voice. “It appears the crown of the Higgins Group will soon rest upon your ambitious head.”


    Nathan arched an eyebrow at her prophetic words, a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face like spilled ink. His spirits soared high.


    “Then I’ll say thank you!” he replied cheerfully. The intoxicating vision of wielding absolute control over the Higgins Group filled his mind—soon no one would ever dare cast a disparaging nce in his direction again.


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    Their conversation dwindled to its natural conclusion shortly thereafter, neither having more to discuss now that the pieces were in y.


    Sadie flicked her phone onto the leather seat beside her with practiced nonchnce, dismissing it as easily as she dismissed those who opposed her.


    From her designer handbag, she extracted a crisp slip of paper Nathan had given her before, a cryptic string of numbers scrawled across its pristine surface.


    She leaned forward and extended the paper toward Samuel, who sat ramrod straight behind the steering wheel.


    “Look into the owner of this number,” she instructed, her eyes darkening to the color of storm clouds gathering on the horizon. “Once you’ve located her, arrange her discreet transportation to Jazmah—ensure absolutely no one takes notice.”


    Samuel epted the paper with both hands in a gesture of deference, scrutinized the sequence of digits momentarily, and inclined his head.


    “Consider it done, Ms. Hudson.”


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