Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 451

Natalia thought she must be seeing things. She tapped on the profile picture again and double-checked—yes, the message really was from Clayton Holloway. But it disappeared almost immediately, deleted before she could even process it.

She smirked, lips curling in amusement. So, there were cracks forming between Clayton and Patriarch Reginald White.

White Corporation—Reginald’s empire, the forbidden fruit everyone coveted. Reginald had decided to leave everything to Nicole White, a daughter who’d never once paid her family dues. And Clayton? Clayton was little more than Reginald’s loyal hound.

Clayton had compared himself to a dog. He must be genuinely furious.

All these years, people had whispered behind his back, calling Clayton nothing but the White family’s well-trained pet. Yet Clayton always wore that serene, unreadable mask, as if nothing could touch him, as if he floated above it all.

But was he really so unbothered?

Natalia sensed an opportunity.

If she could just get Clayton to work with her…

She could help him seize White Corporation for himself.

Without hesitation, Natalia shot off a message. “Clayton, it’s been years since I’ve been back to Harboridge City. Do you have time to show me around?”

Clayton didn’t reply.

Natalia’s mood soured.

Meanwhile, Easton Lynch had returned, and everyone was buzzing about the Lynch family business again.

“Mr. Lynch, you’re the rightful head of Lynch Corporation now. The old man paved the way for you, and as long as we’re here, you can rest easy—we’ll clear every obstacle from your path,” said the ringleader with a wide grin, pouring Easton another glass, flattery dripping from every word.

Easton matched their politeness, toasting and drinking along.

That night, Easton drank far too much.

“Natalia, I can’t thank you enough. You’re like the sister I never had. Honestly, my own parents have never treated me this well…” He rambled on, slurring with drunken gratitude that seemed to know no end.

But businesspeople—well, they’re always three parts drunk, seven parts putting on a show.

Easton understood the need for a convincing performance.

And Natalia? She craved that kind of gratitude.

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