Chapter 206
Beatrice ignored him, her face twisting as she turned and saw them. Here are on Skye.
“You!” Beatrice shrieked. She raised her cane, pointing it like a weapon. “You ungrateful watch! You set him up! You seduced him into that room!”
She charged down the steps. For a woman of eighty, fueled by rage and the potential loss of her stock portfolio, she moved with surprising.
“Beatrice,” Alistair warned, his voice cutting through the noise. He stepped in front of Skyw
“Move, Thorne!” Beatrice spat. She reached Skye and raised her hand to slap her. “You ruined him!”
Alistair caught Beatrice’s wrist in midair. He didn’t squsco, but he held her immobile. The cameras captured the image perfectly: the powerful billionaire stopping the elderly matriarch from striking the victim.
“Let her go, Alistair,” Skye said itly.
Alistair stated, themed Betric’s hand with a look of disgust.
Skyw stepped out from behind him. She looked Beatrice in the wys. The height difference was negligible, but Skye felt ten fout
“I didn’t kidnap myself, Beatrice,” Skye said, her voice calm and amplified by the silence of the crowd straining to hear. “Your grandson is a criminal. He dragged me. He held me against my will. And if you keep shouting, I’ll add obstruction of justice to the list of charges I’m filing,”
Beatrice turned purple. “You have no proof! It’s his word against your
“We have the other rag,” Skye said. “We have the toxicology report I’m about to give. And we have Alistair, who found him on top of me.”
Beatrice faltered. She looked at the cameras, realizing too late that her outburst was being livestreamed to millions. The narrative was slipping from her grasp. She clutched her choot, her eyes rolling back theatrically.
“My heart.” Beatrice gasped. “Oh, the stress you’re killing me…”
She slumped against her driver, who caught her awkwardly.
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“Call an ambulance” the driver shouted.
Skye didn’t flinch. She watched the performance with cold, dead eyes. She leaned in class, whispering so only Beatrice could hear over the fake gap
“Die, then,” Skyw whispered. “It would save me the trouble of burying your legacy.”
Beatricyapped open, wide with genuine shock. She stared at Skyw, sewing the monster she had created.
Paramedics rushed in, creating a chaotic harrier. Alistair placed a hand on the small of Skyw’shack.
“Nicely done,” he murmured.
“She’s faking,” Skyw said, turning toward the station doors.
“I know. But the stock market doesn’t know that. Kensington Global just dropped another twelve percent.”
They walked into the station, leaving the drama on the steps. Inside, the air was stale and smelled of floor wax. The officers behind the desk stopped typing to star
“Ms. Sterling,” the desk sergeant said, histone respectful. “The Chief is waiting. We have Mr. Kensington in Interrogation
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