Chapter 135
Chapter 135:
“Yes, Ms. Sterling.” The guard stepped in front of Liam, his broad chest forming a wall.
Skye walked to the elevator. She didn’t look back. She pressed the button for the penthouse. As the doors slid shut, she saw Liam still standing there, shouting something the glass blocked out.
She leaned her head against the cool metal wall of the elevator.
She didn’t cry. She was done crying for Kensingtons.
Outside, Liam stood in the rain. He was shivering violently now. He pulled out his phone with trembling hands. The screen was wet, hard to unlock.
He dialed his CFO.
“Revoke every last access point for Seraphina Miller,” Liam ordered. His voice was shaking, but the words were iron. “I know I cut the stipend, but I want the emergency cache gone too. The supplementary cards, the hidden accounts—everything. Leave her at zero p>
“Sir?” the CFO asked, confused. “That account was for absolute emergencies p>
“I said cut her off!” Liam screamed into the phone. “Leave her with nothing! And ensure the eviction team is there now. I want her out within the hour.” He hung up.
He stared up at the towering glass spire of the building. He counted the floors. The penthouse.
A light turned on in the window. A warm, yellow glow against the grey sky.
He felt a tiny, pathetic spark of hope. She was there. She was alive.
Then the blinds snapped shut.
The light was gone. He was blocked out completely.
The same afternoon, the rain finally ceased, leaving the city in a humid, grey stupor.
Seraphina Miller lounged on the beige sofa of the safe-house apartment, scrolling through the Hermès website on her tablet. The air was stale, smelling faintly of the incense she had burned days ago—a lingering reminder of her failed seduction.
She tapped “Purchase” on a limited-edition Birkin bag. It was $25,000. She needed a pick-me-up.
𝗝o𝗶𝘯 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘤𝗈m𝗺un𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗮𝗍 𝖻𝖾l𝘯𝘰𝗏е𝗅s.с𝘰𝘮
Processing…
Transaction Declined.
Seraphina frowned and tapped it again.
Transaction Declined. Please contact your financial institution.
“Stupid system,” she muttered. She pulled out another card—the black Amex Liam had given her for “emergencies p>
Declined.
A cold knot of dread formed in her stomach. She opened her banking app.
Account Status: CLOSED. FUNDS RECALLED. Contact Kensington Global Finance Department.
Before she could scream, before she could throw the tablet across the room, a loud, authoritative banging rattled the front door.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Seraphina jolted upright. “Who is it p>
“Property Management,” a voice barked. “And Security p>