The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 370

The overhead light cast a harsh glow on the room.

Across the table, Joseph stared coldly at Sean. “What a surprise. What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?”

His head and arm were still wrapped in gauze. The day he tried to kill Sean, determined to drag him down in a mutual death, Joseph had been seriously injured.

From the moment a traitor on Sean’s side tipped him off, he already knew his downfall was inevitable.

Saithorn’s term was ending, and public resentment had been building for years. Politically, there was almost no chance he would be reelected. Once Enza took over, she would no doubt join forces with others to crush him completely.

So Joseph began planning his escape. He faked his death and slipped into Jersey City, hoping to take Sean down with him in one final act.

John had tried to talk him out of it, telling him to stay alive, change his name, and quietly live out the rest of his life.

Joseph only sneered in response. “Me? Hide out like a coward? Please.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing with a cold gleam. “If Sean wants me dead, then I’ll make sure he goes down with me.”

The truth was, Joseph’s empire had grown at lightning speed thanks to the powerful support of Saithorn.

With that kind of backing, he had been able to operate freely in the shadows, running all sorts of illegal businesses. Crime had become a part of his daily routine. As they used to say, the most profitable ventures were the ones written right into the criminal code and Joseph made the most of it.

Before Saithorn’s fall, Sean’s every move against Joseph had been blocked. No matter how much influence Sean had back in Jersey City, he couldn’t afford to go head-to-head with the Prime Minister of Atlantis. Assassinating Saithorn had been unthinkable.

But Sean had already started laying the groundwork the year Joseph returned to Jersey City. Quietly, behind the scenes, he had helped Enza rise to power.

When Joseph found out, he lost control and ordered a public assassination attempt on Sean right in Atlantis.

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Joseph sneered, his eyes gleaming. “Let me guess. James is sick, isn’t he?”

Sean didn’t flinch. His eyes locked on Joseph’s, cold and razor sharp. “You were the one who told Vivian to poison him.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

Joseph raised an eyebrow and gave a lazy smirk. “Was I? I don’t really remember.”

Sean didn’t react. Calmly, he pulled a photo from a folder and slid it across the table. “Do you remember this place?”

Joseph’s smile disappeared the moment he saw the image. His expression darkened, fury rising in his throat. “Sean Jasper.”

Sean leaned back, unmoved. “Right here.”

Joseph’s voice cracked with rage. “What did you do to my mother’s grave?”

Sean’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “I thought you didn’t have a heart. Turns out you actually care about something.”

“Answer me! What did you do to her grave?” Joseph was already shaking with fury, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging at his temples.

Sean’s voice stayed flat, almost detached. “Nothing much. The weather was nice, so I brought your mother out to enjoy the sun.”

He looked him straight in the eye. “That big memorial garden? I really thought she was buried there. Turns out it was all for show.”

His tone was light and casual, like he was just talking about dinner.

Joseph exploded in a fit of rage.

He lunged at Sean, but the guards on either side grabbed him just in time, holding him back.

Joseph noticed the shift in Sean’s expression and let out a cold and bitter laugh.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he sneered. “That precious little sister you’ve protected since childhood? She had disgusting thoughts about you, and she wanted your woman dead. Pathetic.”

Sean lowered his eyes, shadows flickering behind his lashes.

Then, after a long pause, he looked up again and met Joseph’s gaze. His voice turned ice cold.

“Good.”

He gave Luke a subtle signal.

Luke nodded and hurled the urn to the floor.

“No!” Joseph screamed, his voice hoarse and raw as the ceramic shattered on the ground.

Ash spilled everywhere.

His eyes bulged, veins throbbing at his temples, every muscle in his face twisted in agony.

Sean stood over him, cold and unmoved, watching the breakdown unfold below him. For the first time, he felt a sliver of satisfaction.

Then he turned to Luke. “Clean it up.”

Luke brought in a broom.

And Joseph could only watch as what was left of his mother was swept into a trash bin.