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“I’ll sign! I’ll sign!”Not even checking the terms, Chloe shakily put her signature on the document. With the papers signed and sealed, Emma and Mad Dog exchanged glances, greed and malice flickering in their eyes. In truth, it was a trap right from the start. Though the Bourne Group was bleeding out, the company still held a few high-value development lots and a prime piece of residential property in the heart of the city.Emma had her eyes on those holdings for a long time. The moment Chloe got on my bad side, company liquidation became a matter of when, not if.To keep the bank from seizing the real estate in a foreclosure sale, she brought in loan sharks from organized crime to trick Chloe into taking on a debt she could never repay.Once the debt snowballed out of control, the mob would step in with a contract in hand, legally foreclosing on her land and private estate.Emma would then split the spoils with the mob behind closed doors, bleeding Chloe dry of every last
At the mention of the charges and being thrown out, the bag of food slipped from Flint’s hands and crashed to the floor. Food splattered everywhere, leaving a greasy mess behind.Chloe’s knees buckled, and she sank to the marble floor. As her eyes fell on the letter of acknowledgment, it hit Chloe that she had been the one to destroy the family’s last chance of survival. The son she had cast aside had risen so far beyond her reach. Those on top would never waste their mercy on the lowly. After Wayward Entertainment’s security guards threw them out, despair washed over Chloe. Chloe returned to the family estate, not finding a safe haven. Instead, what awaited her was a horrifying bloodbath of reality. The bank’s collection calls came one after another. Furious suppliers began showing up at the mansion, demanding payment and threatening lawsuits. Legal notices piled up in the mailbox, and reporters soon started calling, eager to expose the Bourne family’s financial downfal
Wayward Entertainment’s headquarters stood in the heart of the city’s bustling financial district, its towering glass surface reflecting the sunlight in a cold, dazzling glare.It was a place Chloe had never even dreamed of setting foot in. Yet now, she and Flint were held outside the revolving door by a team of burly security guards, looking like two desperate souls who’d run out of places to turn.“Let me in! I’m your CEO’s mother! How dare you get in my way! I’ll have Brock fire all of you!” Chloe’s little hysteria outside the lobby drew the attention of employees on their way to their offices. Flint, putting on a sad look, clutched a bag of food. His strategy was to play the sympathy card. “Come on, guys. Have a heart. I made some food for Brock. He’s had a tough few years. It kills me to think about everything he’s been through. I’m his father. I just want to check up on him.” Meanwhile, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of Americano from my CEO sui
If there was one place where secrets didn’t exist, it was the business world.Before midday, word swept through every country club and penthouse that the Bournes disowned the city’s top billionaire son after mistaking him for some male escort. The people enjoyed a good laugh at the Bournes’ expense, but once the amusement wore off, corporate instincts kicked in, and businessmen did what they had to do. First thing the next morning, all hell broke loose at the Bourne Group’s headquarters. Chloe, her eyes heavy with bags, had barely stepped into her CEO suite when her executive assistant burst in frantically without knocking. “We have a problem, Mrs. Bourne. Three of our biggest suppliers were set to renew their contracts with us next month, but this morning, all of them sent termination notices, stating they’d rather pay the penalties for breaking the contracts than keep doing business with us!”As darkness gripped Chloe, she clung to her desk. “What? Why?” Her EA was on the
As Chloe’s harrowing pleas and Archie’s anguished cries echoed in the background, I turned on my heel and strode out of the room, flanked by my bodyguards. It was time to bring this farce to an end. I slid into the Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting outside the hotel and chucked the signed will onto the leather seat beside me. The quiet, cedar-scented air inside the vehicle washed away the stench of the gala’s toxicity.Up front, Toby tapped furiously away at his tablet and delivered his briefing without looking up. “Mr. Walker, we’ve pulled all the HD security footage from the venue. The audio is included, zero gaps.“The legal team has retained elite litigators to file formal criminal complaints for defamation, libel, and malicious harassment.“Considering your wealth and standing, and the potential reputational damage to Wayward Entertainment, the authorities are taking this seriously. Officers are already on their way.”Sinking my back into the seat, I closed my eyes and rubbe
The ballroom went dead silent like someone had hit the mute button. It was so quiet that even a pin dropping would have sounded deafening.Chloe, Flint, Archie, and other family members who’d turned their noses up at me moments earlier were stunned, their jaws dropping and their eyes widening. “M-Mr. Walker?” Chloe struggled to find the words. Turning her head stiffly, she looked at Toby, then me in disbelief. “Mr. McFly, s-surely you’re mistaken. This is Brock Walker, my son I bought back from a small town. H-He’s no Mr. Walker.” “Yeah, that’s right. He’s an escort at the Garden of Eden. Why are you so formal in addressing him?” Flint added in a fluster. At last, Toby finally shifted his attention to her, but he looked at her as if she were an idiot. “Ma’am, I’ve been Mr. Walker’s right-hand man for five years. Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know how my own boss is?” Toby’s voice was icy. “I work for Brock Walker, the founder and CEO of Wayward Entertainment. “As







