Semua Bab No Longer Theirs: The One They Can't Replace: Bab 391 - Bab 400

A knock sounded at the door.After Ezekiel responded, George opened the door and walked in."Mr. Fulton, the bodyguard I arranged did a solid job. He played his part perfectly, wrapped everything up cleanly, and has already left the hotel."Ezekiel responded flatly, "Okay.""Damn! Thank goodness you saw this coming and sent someone in time. Otherwise, Ms. Everhart would've been… Joshua nearly had his way with her! That bastard!" George said through clenched teeth, his fists tightening with an audible crack."Mr. Fulton, if you're still pissed, I can find a chance to catch him off guard and beat the hell out of him. You know I'm careful. Nothing will lead back to you!""That's not necessary." Ezekiel's eyes were cool and distant. He lowered his gaze, his fingers slowly turning the stem of his wineglass. "They're husband and wife. They're not divorced. Whatever happens between them… isn't my place to judge."George tugged at his mouth, murmuring, "If you're truly at peace with it,

Winter and Elijah were both stunned. "30%?""I heard that your uncle, Mr. Everhart, holds 45%. The company is technically still in your family's hands, but in business, family ties don't guarantee anything. You need your own shares to stand your ground."Rebecca smiled knowingly and added, "But I hope your path forward is smooth. Your mother's worries will never come to pass.""Ms. Green, thank you. You have done me and my mother a great kindness. I owe you a big one." Winter felt her chest tighten, tears welling. "Given my current situation, there's really nothing I can offer in return. But if you ever need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. I'll do everything I can.""Ms. Everhart, there's something you can do in return." Rebecca laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. Half-joking, she continued, "I have a son, a young man, a little older than you. He works in investments, six-foot-three, with bright eyes, handsome features, and a flawless complexion."Elijah

"Win." Elijah kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead."What is it, Eli?" Winter steadied herself."I'm genuinely happy you've reclaimed your shares. But that Ms. Green… something about her feels off to me."The initial excitement faded as Elijah slipped back into analysis. "Your mother's social circle was small. When I was younger, I spent a lot of time around her, learning the ropes from her. I don't recall ever seeing a woman with the last name Green among her friends."And the way Ms. Green carries herself… she doesn't feel like she came from the same world as your mother. It's not that she seems malicious—just… a little theatrical."Winter's gaze flickered. Her lips pressed together. She'd felt it too. She just hadn't said it out loud.Elijah continued, "Either way, once I'm back, I'll look into her background for you. Being cautious never hurts.""Thank you, Eli."The car came to a stop at the entrance of Crescent Court. Winter stepped out afte

Nigel looked haggard, his beard scruffy, but he still carried himself with authority. He paced the cell, hands clasped behind his back, muttering, "What about Winter? Any news?"Tony shook his head. "Nothing… if there were, you wouldn't still be stuck here. You'd have been bailed out already."Nigel stomped his foot in frustration."Mr. Everhart, that niece of yours is awfully cold! How many days has it been since you got in trouble? Has she visited even once? Has she tried to find you a lawyer?"She hasn't even shown the slightest interest in getting you out! She's just letting you rot in here!" Tony added fuel to the fire, letting Nigel's rage build."That heartless and ungrateful brat! Just like her mother!" Nigel slammed his hands on his hips, his vision blurring with rage.There was a secret known only to him and Tony.He had tampered with Victoria's will.Originally, Victoria's will had left 45% of the company to Winter—including the mansion in Autumn Garden where Nigel n

Winter's eyes went wide with terror. She stared at her front door, trembling all over and stumbling backward.The door had been defaced, smeared in red paint or perhaps blood. Huge characters spelling out "pay your debts" were scrawled across it, and a massive red X had been marked over them.Around the door, the white walls were covered with dozens of jagged, twisted strokes spelling out the word "revenge", some large, some small, turning the space into something that looked like a crime scene from a horror movie.Winter's heart pounded. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone to call the police, but her fingers went stiff and numb. Several times she tried to unlock the screen—and failed."Hey, good evening, Ms. Everhart."Footsteps approached from behind, accompanied by a low, menacing voice.Winter whipped around, heart hammering, and saw two middle-aged men approaching. Their clothes were flashy and sloppy, gold chains hanging from their necks. Their smiles were fake, predatory, a