A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 987

Herbert couldn't remember how he made it out of the Hoggart Castle.

Sitting in the back of his luxury sedan, he chain-smoked cigarette after cigarette. He didn't give the order to drive, and Rudolf simply waited in the driver's seat.

Finally, as he crushed his latest cigarette into the ashtray, Herbert spoke. "Prep the jet for the Cyrus Sea."

"Right now, sir?" Rudolf asked.

"Yes."

He had heard every logical warning Yardley had thrown at him, but none of it mattered. If walking into a trap and swallowing whatever poison she handed him was the only way to earn back a fraction of her trust, he would gladly drink it down.

Rudolf nodded. "Understood."

The second Herbert's private jet lifted off the Yoran runway, the intel reached Sylvan Vale.

Starla didn't waste a second. She immediately dialed Yardley's number.

"Starla," Yardley answered, his tone heavy. "I honestly didn't realize Fairfax meant so much to you." He assumed she was orchestrating this massive, coordinated strike—sending Herbert to a trap and hitting Licht—all to avenge her dead ex-husband.

"You're wrong," Starla replied coolly. "He means absolutely nothing to me."

And it was true. Once a person was cut from her heart, they were gone forever. Even if she felt slightly responsible for how Fairfax supposedly died, it didn't change the fact that she was done with him.

"Then why go to these lengths?" Yardley asked, sounding profoundly disappointed.

"Big brother..."

Yardley's heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since she had called him that. Ever since she fled Yoran Country, she hadn't used that title once, her disgust for him too deep. Hearing it now sent a jolt through his system.

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