A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 984

"Did he suddenly forget," Starla continued dryly, "that Fairfax died precisely because those three caught him in a pincer attack?"

If it hadn't been for Herbert and Yardley cornering him that night, Fairfax wouldn't have gone down so easily.

At the mention of Fairfax's 'death,' Romy's expression twitched into something deeply uncomfortable. "Yes, well... the boss knows the risks. But he said he doesn't need your intervention, so he doesn't."

"Alright then. Have it his way," Starla replied smoothly.

She sounded agreeable, but internally, she was already spinning the wheels. She needed Amos to succeed tonight. She refused to live her life looking over her shoulder, waiting for Licht's men to strike.

"Did you guys ever figure out the connection between Brinley and the General?" Starla asked.

"Not yet," Romy admitted. They still had no idea why a powerful military figure like Licht was so obsessively protective of Brinley's memory that he was willing to kill Starla over it.

Starla had been curious, but now? It didn't matter.

A dangerous smile curved her lips. "Then stop digging. That old bastard is going to join Brinley in hell tonight anyway."

She hadn't wanted to drag herself into this underworld warfare. She never wanted to become as ruthless as the men who surrounded her. But they kept reaching up from the mud, grabbing her ankles, trying to pull her down into the darkness. If she wanted to break free, she had to shatter their grip.

"Understood," Romy nodded, excusing herself from the room.

Now alone, Starla didn't hesitate. She completely ignored Amos's directive. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Herbert's number.

He answered almost immediately, his voice ragged with exhaustion. "Starla."

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