Semua Bab THE REBORN HEIRESS STRIKES BACK : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Susan’s POV After a while of working, I couldn’t find anything. I sat motionless in my office chair, staring at the screen of my encrypted laptop as if it held the answers I needed. But there were no clear answers. Just more questions. And the sickening knowledge that someone else—someone from our side—was pulling the strings from behind the scenes. I rubbed my temples, forcing myself to stay focused. Nathan said Clive wasn’t working alone. He had someone else. Someone with deep clearance. Someone who knew just enough to bring us down. “Ughhh…” I grumbled, pulling myself up to move to the sofa. I sat down, watching the world outside. It seemed peaceful, but not enough to get my mind off what I just found out. I started to point fingers in my head. The people I worked with every day. The ones who smiled in the hallway, shared lunch breaks, sent me polite emails? My mind raced, going through every encounter, every look that felt off, every shadow of doubt I had pushed aside.

Susan’s povI turned fast, nearly falling over.It was Marshall.He stood by the door, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded tightly across his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, and a few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a bit of his chest. His face was hard to read—calm but serious—and it made my heart beat faster.“What are you doing here?” I demanded, standing up from my chair.“I could ask you the same thing.”My eyes narrowed. “How long have you been watching?”He slowly stepped forward, each step deliberate and careful. “Long enough,” he said. “Long enough to see you’re in deeper than you realize.”I stared at him for a short moment. “What the hell does that mean?”He paused. “Gina didn’t act alone. And Clive… he wasn’t the brains behind it. He was just a pawn.”I tightened my fists. “Then who is it?”Marshall didn’t answer.Instead, he reached into his pocket and tossed something on the table. I moved forward to see what it was—a keycard.Nathan’s access.

“Johnny…” I groaned, clutching the edges of the sink as my stomach lurched again.I barely had time to breathe before another wave of nausea hit me. The bitter taste rose to my throat, and I bent over the bathroom sink, throwing up everything I’d eaten the night before. My knees shook, my forehead was damp with cold sweat, and my chest burned.I felt weak, drained, and frustrated all at once. The more I tried to breathe through it, the worse it got.Johnny appeared behind me in seconds. “Jesus—Susu, are you okay?” His voice was tight with worry. He rushed to my side and pulled my hair back gently, steadying me with one arm. “Susu, talk to me. Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I breathed, though I didn’t sound convincing even to myself. “It’s probably just the pregnancy.”“That’s not fine,” he said, clearly not buying it. “You’re going back to bed and I’m calling the doctor.”“I have to get to work,” I muttered, even though my legs were already giving up on me.“You’re not going anywhere toda

Susan’s pov Johnny’s voice called out gently as he stepped into the room holding a bottle of water. His face was calm and kind as always, but I couldn’t breathe.I slammed the laptop shut, heart racing, wiping at my eyes quickly.I couldn’t move.His eyes met mine, and his smile immediately faltered, eyes narrowing just slightly as they scanned my face. His brow creased—not in anger, but in concern. In quiet suspicion.“Hey.” His voice caught—like he expected something bad.I didn’t reply.He walked in and closed the door gently behind him. He held his jacket in one hand, quiet, steady.“You okay?”I forced a smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”My voice shook.His gaze lingered on me. Longer than usual. Like he knew I was lying but didn’t want to say it. Like he could see right through me, but chose not to push. The silence stretched between us, thick with everything I couldn’t say.But I wasn’t okay. Not at all. Because now… I didn’t know who he was anymore. And worst of all—I didn’t know wh

Johnny’s POVI followed her.Quietly and carefully.I moved like she had—measured steps across the room, holding my breath between thoughts. I grabbed my jacket, pulled it on, and checked the table. Her phone was gone, while mine was cold in my hand. There were no messages, no missed calls, no trail.But I knew her. Knew how she moved, how she thought. And most of all—I knew that look in her eyes earlier wasn’t just fear. It was decision.She’d made up her mind before the phone even lit up.And I hated that I was just now realizing it.I walked into the hallway, ears straining for sound, for footsteps, for anything. But she was already out of the building.I took the stairs, two at a time. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I got to the front door and turned the doorknob—it was already open.Outside, the night hit me like a wall. It was cold, damp, and worst of all, thick with silence.I scanned the street.Then I saw her.Susan.She was just ahead, walking fast down the sidewalk, w