Stephen glanced around, making sure no one was watching, before slipping out his phone and dialing a number.
“It’s done?” came the low, measured voice on the other end.
“Yes, sir, everything’s been taken care of,” Stephen replied, his tone oozing with obsequiousness.
“Good. You did well. When will the money hit the overseas account?” the man asked again.
“I’ve already told Vincent to handle it. As long as the paperwork checks out, the transfer will go through.” Stephen tried to sound reassuring, even adding a confident smile the caller couldn’t see.
“Good work. You’ve earned it.” With that, the man hung up.
Stephen put his phone away, feeling more accomplished than he had in years. It was as if he’d just pulled off the heist of a lifetime.
And in a way, he had. The Lynch family had ruled the city for decades, and now, the old man’s savings and the family’s entire cash flow were locked up tight, miles away from anyone who could touch it.
Once Tyrone was gone, there’d be no one left to prove what happened. Even if Alicia showed up with their child, demanding answers, it wouldn’t matter.
As far as the law was concerned, this was money Tyrone had invested and lost. Not even his wife and child would have any claim to it.
So, when Tyrone died, Alicia would be left with next to nothing—maybe a few properties, but the real fortune would be out of reach.
For an ordinary person, it would be a windfall. But for Stephen and the man pulling the strings behind him, it was pocket change, not even worth the trouble of counting.
In a twisted way, Alicia would be safer like this. There’d be nothing left for anyone to covet.
***
At school, Alicia couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. She sat in class, distracted, her eyelids fluttering anxiously.
Natalia was especially smug today, strutting around the classroom like she owned the place. Alicia knew something must have happened.
“They’re all snakes in a pit,” Alicia whispered back. “It’s either about money, or she’s got dirt on them. Look at the way she treats Easton—she’s clearly trying to get leverage over him, so she can control him down the line.”
Winnie nodded and sucked in a breath, a chill running down her spine at the thought of all these vipers colluding together. Nothing good could come of it.
Easton was just a big, clueless puppy—he didn’t stand a chance against people like this.
Winnie propped her head on her hand, sighing, already thinking of ways to help Easton.
Just before class started, Easton answered a call. His face went pale as paper and he shot to his feet, voice shaking. “S-something’s happened…”
His hand trembled, sending his pen clattering to the floor. Alicia’s heart leapt into her throat.
The thing she’d been dreading had finally arrived.
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