Chapter 78
Chapter 78:
He took the briefcase of cash. He didn’t pay the motel bill. Instead, a flash of petty vindictiveness seized him.
He drove to The Azure Bay Residences. He knew Skye owned a unit there—her mother’s old penthouse. He knew she wasn’t living there, but it was her territory.
He walked into the sales office.
“I want a unit,” Liam demanded. “Something available immediately p>
The agent looked at his disheveled appearance but saw the cash. “We have a unit in the Annex. It’s… cozy p>
“I don’t care,” Liam snapped. “I’ll take it. Move Ms. Miller in today p>
He smirked as he signed the papers. He was going to put his mistress right in Skye’s face.
It was a power move. Or so he thought.
The red carpet of the Global Tech Summit was a gauntlet of flashing lights and screaming reporters.
“Mr. Kensington! Over here p>
“Skye! Is it true the divorce is off p>
Skye hooked her arm through Liam’s. Her grip was firm, nails digging slightly into the fabric of his new suit. To the cameras, it looked like a possessive, loving hold. To Liam, it felt like a claw.
“Smile,” Skye hissed through her teeth, waving at a photographer from Vogue. “You look like you’re attending a funeral p>
“Maybe I am,” Liam muttered, forcing a rictus grin onto his face. “My dignity’s p>
They moved down the line. Skye answered questions with practiced ease, weaving a narrative of a couple who had weathered a storm and come out stronger. It was fiction, pure and simple, but the press ate it up.
Inside the ballroom, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and ambition. Waiters circulated with trays of champagne.
“I need a drink,” Liam said, reaching for a glass.
𝗨n𝗺𝗈𝖽іf𝗂еd c𝘩а𝘱𝘵еrѕ 𝗼𝗻 𝖻е.𝖼𝗼𝗺
“No alcohol,” Skye commanded, slapping his hand away lightly. “You get sloppy when you drink. Stick to sparkling water p>
Liam glared at her, but he took the water.
“I’m going to the powder room,” Skye announced. “Try not to bankrupt us while I’m gone p>
She slipped away, moving through the crowd like a shadow. She didn’t go to the restroom. She went to a quiet alcove near the kitchen entrance, where Harper was waiting.
Harper looked furious. She was tapping her foot, her arms crossed over her chest.
“He did it,” Harper said without preamble. “My supply chain manager just called. A shipment of silk from Italy was held up at customs. ‘Anonymous tip’ about contraband. It’s going to cost us a fortune in delays p>
Skye’s eyes hardened. “Liam p>
“He’s lashing out,” Harper said. “He can’t hurt you directly right now, so he’s hurting your friends. He knows my family’s fashion line depends on that shipment for the fall collection p>
Skye nodded. “Typical abuser tactic. Isolation and collateral damage p>
She pulled out her phone and opened a secure file.