Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 113

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JULIAN’S POV

“Now, as I was saying…” Olivia continued confidently as I sat back down in my seat, folding my arms and watching the scene unfold.

“You know the world you live in,” she said, her voice cold and sharp, “You live in a world where the rich rule. If they want someone gone, they make a single call, and it’s done. No questions asked. No consequences. No justice. That’s the world you’ve been operating in–kill or be killed. So tell me, wouldn’t it make sense to strike first before he gets the chance to do it to you?”

She paced slowly, the echo of her boots on the concrete adding to the tension in the room. Her presence was commanding, and I could see it–her words were cutting deep.

“There’s a chance here, a real chance, that you could flip the script and come out of this alive,” she continued. “If you cooperate, if you give us everything we need to take Adrian down, we’ll offer you protection. My brother has access to mercenaries- trained professionals who can protect you from men like Adrian. You walk away from this not only alive, but free.”

I watched as their eyes darted between each other, the weight of her offer starting to sink in. Olivia had made them scared, desperate even. Her words were hitting their

mark.

“What do you mean by protection from you?” the reporter asked warily, speaking up for the first time.

“It’s exactly what you think,” Olivia replied smoothly. “If you make the right choice and cooperate, we’ll make sure Adrian can’t touch you. Not now, not ever.”

She was selling it well, I’ll give her that. I cast her a sidelong glance, still not entirely sure what her endgame was. But I had agreed to follow her lead, for now.

But the reporter wasn’t buying it so easily. Her brows furrowed as she leaned forward and asked, “And what’s our guarantee? That if we tell you what you want, you won’t just disappear and leave us for dead? Like you said, the world is ruled by the rich. From where I’m sitting, you seem to fall into that category, too.”

It was a fair question–and a dangerous one, even Olivia was caught off guard by the question.

I guess she didn’t think that far.

I shifted slightly in my seat, ready to step in and salvage the situation, but before I could open my mouth, Olivia answered, and what she said nearly made me choke.

“I’ll put my family’s company on the line,” she said calmly. “Blake Industries. If anything happens to either of you, the company will be signed over to your names. That’s my

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guarantee.”

My head whipped toward her, my eyes widening in disbelief. Did I hear that right?

Was she insane?

Blake Industries was our family legacy, our lifeline. You don’t just throw it out there as a bargaining chip, especially when everything we were saying to these two was a manipulation, a carefully constructed lie to get them to talk.

I stood up slowly and walked over to her, my hand gripping her arm gently but firmly.

“We need to talk. Now,” I said through clenched teeth, keeping my voice low so as not to raise suspicion.

Without protest, Olivia let me guide her out of the room, the heavy door closing behind us with a dull thud.

As soon as we were alone in the hallway, I turned to her, whispering urgently,

I blinked at her, the realization of her game slowly dawning on me. My frustration began to cool, replaced by a wary admiration. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Once all three of them confess, they’ll be charged and locked up. No protection needed.”

“Exactly,” she said with a smirk, tapping my shoulder lightly. “So there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, it’s not like we’re signing any legal documents stating we’ll hand over the company to them. Did we ever say anything like that? Ever mention a contract, or papers, or a lawyer?”

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