Chapter 155
Chapter 155:
Liam watched her go, then turned to Skye.
He looked impressed.
“You have a terrifying eye for detail,” he said.
“I have an eye for fakes, Liam,” Skye said, her gaze locking onto his. “That’s why I saw through Seraphina. And that’s why I see through you p>
“I’m not faking,” Liam insisted. “I want you back p>
“Prove it,” Skye said. “Grant me irrevocable proxy voting rights for your personal shares for the next fiscal year. Give me a seat at the table that Beatrice can’t touch p>
It was a bold demand. It wasn’t ownership, but it was power.
Liam hesitated. He glanced at the empty doorway where Lydia had fled. Then he looked back at Skye, standing there like a queen demanding tribute.
“If I do it,” Liam asked, “will you have dinner with me? A real dinner. No games p>
Skye paused. She tapped her chin.
“If you do it,” she said, “I’ll consider it p>
She turned and walked toward the boardroom.
Liam stood there, his heart pounding. Proxy rights. It was madness. Beatrice would kill him. The board would revolt.
He picked up the phone.
“Get legal in here,” Liam said. “I need to draft a proxy agreement p>
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Skye pulled out her phone. Gabriel had sent another message.
Gabriel: I found the address for Sarah Jones’s mother. Alice Jones. She’s living out of a car near the docks. But get this… there’s a police report from ten years ago. A missing persons report filed for Eleanor Thorne. It was closed two days later by a “family friend p>
Skye stared at the screen.
J𝗼𝘪𝗇 𝘵𝗵е 𝘤𝗈𝘮𝗆𝘶ո𝘪𝗍𝘺 𝘢𝘁 𝖻𝗲l𝗇о𝗏е𝗹𝗌.co𝗆
Eleanor Thorne. The name from the yearbook photo. The girl who looked like a princess.
“Who closed the file?” she muttered.
She zoomed in on the scanned police document. The signature at the bottom was faded, but legible.
Timothy Hayes.
Skye’s blood ran cold. Her cousin’s husband. The man Alistair had dragged away into the night weeks ago.
Timothy Hayes knew Sarah Jones. He knew what happened to Eleanor.
This wasn’t just identity theft. This was a conspiracy that linked the Kensington mistress to the Sterling family’s darkest corners—and potentially the Thorne dynasty.
Skye didn’t need to hunt Alice blindly. She had a better source.
She dialed Alistair.
“I need to speak to Timothy,” Skye said without preamble. “I know you have him. He signed a police report ten years ago regarding a missing girl named Eleanor Thorne. I need to know why p>
Alistair’s voice was calm on the other end. “I’ll have the transcript sent to you within the hour. But Skye? Be careful. If the Thornes are involved, this is deeper than you think p>