Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 367

Nicole clapped a hand over her mouth, barely containing her excitement. At last, the day she’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

Soon, when she was officially recognized as the White family’s heir, those who had always looked down on her would have nothing left to say.

“But let me remind you—just as I made you Nicole, I can just as easily make you nobody. Do you understand?” Jade’s warning came sharp and cold over the phone.

Nicole felt her stomach drop. She knew exactly what Jade was threatening. “Of course, Jade. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Good.” With that, Jade hung up.

Everything was going according to plan. As long as this fake Nicole managed to secure all of the old man’s shares, Jade and Brandon White would finally get what they wanted.

Only one step remained.

Once Reginald officially named Nicole as his successor, Jade and Brandon would make sure Reginald disappeared for good.

He’d lived far too long for their liking.

For years, Brandon had been having Reginald slowly poisoned. The old man didn’t have much time left.

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At Tyrone’s apartment, Alicia returned home to find him on the couch, phone pressed to his ear. When he saw her, he reached out, pulled her into his arms, and let her settle onto his lap before resuming his call.

“Yes, stick to the plan. Make sure the press are in place,” Tyrone said, his tone low and businesslike.

Once the call ended, he kissed Alicia on the forehead, keeping her close. “Still mad at me?”

“Say ‘I’m sorry, honey,’” Tyrone teased.

Alicia wrapped her arms tighter around him, still laughing. “I’m sorry, honey.”

Tyrone’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “If my next start-up fails, will you really take care of me?”

“Of course!” Alicia nodded, perfectly serious. “I’ll even sign a contract with you and make you read the ‘sugar baby manual.’”

Tyrone drew a dramatic breath, feigning embarrassment. “Babe, can we change the subject now…”

Alicia laughed, tugging gently at his tie. “Nicole’s birthday party—isn’t it coming up? Clayton said there’s going to be some real drama… Should we go watch the show?”

“We have to go.” Tyrone laced his fingers with hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Trust me, you won’t want to miss this one. It’s going to be spectacular.”