Todos los capítulos de The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

“A line,” Atlas repeated, lifting his brows slightly.Elara nodded once. “We’re supposed to help each other. Not stumble each other.”“Stumble each other?” He let out a low chuckle and settled on the edge of the desk, close enough that his knee brushed hers. “You sound…odd.” “I'm just saying it as it is.” “This is unlike you.”“Well, get used to it.” “and what line are you talking about, exactly?”She shrugged, though he could see her cheeks turn red. “Kisses or touches or whatever shit you use to lure your ladies in.”“Ladies are not fish, I don't lure anyone in.” Her eyes flickerer to him. “That's not what it looked like last night.”Atlas’s mouth curved into an amused smile. Leaning down until he was mere inches away, he asked, “Is this about something else?”She blinked at him for a few seconds…then a small drop of melted ice cream slid from her spoon and landed on her shirt. “Shit-”Before she could reach for a napkin, Atlas leaned in completely, flicking his tongue against

“I gotta finish this up first,” Elara said, pointing at the sketchbook. “You can draw at any time you please,” Darren replied, getting to his feet. “Besides, I need a change of drink.” She started to protest again, but he yanked the sketchbook out of her reach. “Come on, up, up.”She made a face, but he was already heading for the door. “Please tell me you have a good space to party,” he called over his shoulder. “You're going to get lost, if someone doesn't escort you properly,” she called back. Then after a second’s hesitation, she got to her feet and followed after him, eventually leading him to one of the many rooms that she had converted. “Welcome to the newest addition to the Harrington estate,” she said, spreading her arms. “I got it installed a week ago. The place was becoming too quiet.”Darren laughed. “What is it?” “A dancing room.” “A dancing room?” He turned in a slow circle, taking in the padded floor, the many lights, the new speakers. “I didn't know you could

“Right.” Atlas shook his head slightly. “This is different, though. It’s under your roof, and what you were given was still harmful.” Elara sighed, shutting her eyes. “And you suspect Darren.” Before he could give a reply, Amelia walked in. she was wearing corporate attire, her hair done back in a ponytail and she headed straight for the bed. “I just spoke with Doctor Winston,” she said. “You’ll be fine, thank God.” Elara’s smile was weak. “Thanks, aunty.” “And don’t you worry about the business, dear,” Amelia added with a soft smile. “It’s in safe hands.” Then she turned to Atlas. “The staff said you locked the dancing room.” “I did.” She lifted a brow. “May I know why?” Atlas leaned back slightly. he looked incredibly tired in that moment, but his voice was steady when he replied, “Because Elara got poisoned inside it.”“I wasn’t poisoned!” she called out on the bed. Amelia crossed her hands. “Well, this is my house, and you can’t just lock up-” “I thought we talked about

Elara blinked at him. “What?”“I doubt anyone else knows,” Atlas went on calmly. “I only found out recently, when I took a look at the company records. Langford had his suspicions as well, and he helped me out.”Elara shook her head slightly. “I don't…I don't understand, why…why would my aunt keep that from me? How would she keep that from me?”He leaned back slightly and nodded at his guard, Bauer, who was standing just outside the kitchen. Bauer walked in, handed Atlas a tablet and stepped back. “I have no idea how she was able to keep them out of the spotlight,” he went on. “They’ve been kept overseas, never formally brought into the visible structure of the family or the company. But she’s maintained contact with them.”“I need you to back that up, Atlas,” she said. “I have no reason to make stuff up.” He handed her the tablet. There were bank statements and a short list of shell entities, all existing under the name of Amelia Harrington and two others who were not named. She

Two days later the morning air felt chill as Elara jogged along the private path that looped the eastern edge of the Harrington grounds. Tony Langford jogged alongside her without effort. Two guards trailed at a respectful distance, far enough to pretend they weren’t there, but she felt their presence anyway. “Do they ever get tired?” Elara mumbled as they took a sharp turn. Langford smiled lightly. “They’re just doing their job.”“I know.” She glanced over her shoulder at the two guards. Curt and his security buddy, Nigel, both looking like dangerous twins in matching black gym clothes. “I also know Atlas increased the security detail yesterday. It’s getting a bit annoying, the way he does things like that.” “Well..” Langford gasped lightly, trying to keep his breathing even. “He’s always been quite paranoid, even with his nonchalant attitude.”“What is he paranoid about? Does it have anything to do with his…illegal activities?” He shot her a sideways look. “I…uh…I wouldn’t know.