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I know how to read Sebastian almost as much as I can read the back of my hand. It’s how we work, how we’ve survived the years that have passed. Changing the subject on that notion made this easier, because while I might have been played, I have bigger fish to fry.
“Nicolas’s money went to an overseas account.”
In other words, the inheritance was delivered without a will reading.
“Do we know whose?”
“No name, but do you really need three guesses?”
Ire grew now, foolishness forgotten.
“So, she’s now a billionaire.”
A small feeling of dread balls in my stomach, and while I knew this was coming, I can’t fathom how everything is going to change.
Natalia was always a loose cannon when she lived in this house, but I can only imagine how much worse she became when she cut her restraints and ran. No longer tethered to The Company but locked and loaded with their secrets was always something that kept me awake at night.
The idea of her armed with that information and now loaded with a bank account full of cash isn’t something that inspires peace of mind.
“You know how dangerous she is now?”
My question is matched with a short tone, my eyes narrowing on the darkening sky as day turns to night.
“How dangerous she is now? As if money could change that fact.”
I turn, meeting Sebastian’s gaze. “She’s in my city with her father’s inheritance, and there’s only one position she wants.”
“Yeah, and?” he asks, shrugging. “We knew that all along. We knew where his money was going, and we knew what she’d think she was owed.”
“Maybe so, Seb, but we now know she’s in the city. Before, we were waiting on confirmation.”
I think back to the lipstick stain on the mirror.
She taunted me in the most obvious way, and yet I still had nothing to go by.
“She’s taking out my organization already,” I state bitterly. “How am I meant to contend with that when she’s already three steps ahead?”
“You know what you need?” Sebastian asks, shifting in his seat so he’s facing me better. “A distraction.”
His sentence coincides with my phone pinging with a text. Opening the message, I snicker at the text on my screen.
“I’ve got the perfect one. Fancy coming for a ride?”
He cocks a brow, trying to catch a glance at the screen of my phone before giving in to find answers from me.
“Depends on where you’re taking me.”
“Oh, trust me. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
* * *
“Where’s the fiancé now?”
She jumps, jolting in her spot as I catch her unaware.
I watched her at first, stalking her every move as she traced the aisles of a bookstore, fingers trailing over the spines of books, her mind lost to the search she was in.
It’s a hilarious contrast from earlier—almost innocent.
