The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 505

From the data Victor had gathered, it was clear—Jonathan was far more qualified than Chase to be head of the Wynn family.

Among the delegation receiving Victor was Maddox.

Under normal circumstances, someone of Victor’s status wouldn’t spare a glance for a junior official. But he had studied Jonathan’s profile, and knew Maddox had once been close to him.

So Victor treated Maddox with unusual warmth.

Everyone present was a seasoned political operator. They all noticed. Naturally, the task of handling Victor fell to Maddox.

“Maddox, take good care of Mr. Victor,” the superior officer said, patting his shoulder.

Maddox offered a mild smile. But the moment his superior walked away, his expression fell. Adjusting his glasses, he frowned slightly.

He knew exactly why he had caught Victor’s attention.

Sure enough, once the two were alone, Victor got straight to the point. “Tell me—what kind of man is Jonathan in your eyes?”

Maddox’s tone was tinged with bitterness. “He treats his friends well. If push comes to shove, he’ll take a knife for you.”

So long as his friends never betray him.

“Sounds like you think highly of him,” Victor replied. “I hear you two were close. Since that’s the case, Maddox, I’ll trouble you to contact him for me. I’m very interested in meeting this young man.”

No matter how reluctant he was, Maddox had no choice but to agree.

The next day, he made his way to the Wynn Residence. But unlike before, he was stopped at the base of the hill.

“Sorry, Mr. Maddox. This is private property. No entry without an invitation.”

Bitterness stirred in Maddox’s chest, though his face remained calm.

“Could you please inform Mr. Jonathan that Maddox is here to see him?”

The guard nodded and stepped aside to make a call. Moments later, he returned.

“The butler says Mr. Jonathan will meet you at the company. He asks that you wait for him there.”

“…Understood.” Maddox nodded and turned back to his car. His hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel.

He should’ve expected this.

The day he chose to stay silent and let White take the blame, he’d already known this day would come.

Jonathan had never been one to tolerate betrayal.

That Jonathan hadn’t come looking for trouble was already his way of being polite.

Now, looking at that stock transfer contract, Maddox couldn’t put his feelings into words.

Jonathan hadn’t shortchanged him—he was buying back the shares at three times their current value. Financially, Maddox stood to gain.

But he felt no joy at all.

Seeing his hesitation, Jonathan spoke quietly. “Some things need to be made clear eventually. Don’t you agree, Mr. Maddox?”

Maddox said nothing. He picked up the pen and swiftly signed his name, then left without another word. He didn’t even dare look back at Jonathan.

Watching him flee in such a hurry, Jonathan’s gaze darkened.

Maddox’s betrayal had left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He hadn’t made a show of it like Mateo, but that didn’t mean Jonathan wasn’t hurt.

They’d been brothers for years. He’d once trusted Maddox with his back—only to be stabbed by him instead.

Jonathan couldn’t move past that. He could never go back to how things were.

So cutting ties cleanly was the best path forward.