Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606 The Possibility Of Mere Coincidence

“Calm down,” Sadie commanded, her voice steady and measured. “What’s the situation in Beversea now?”

On the other end of the line, Nathan inhaled deeply several times, struggling to rein in his frayed nerves.

The image of the blackened, twisted car wreckage on the highway haunted him still, a cold fear clutching at his chest like an unwelcome visitor.

Thankfully, Sadie had emerged unscathed. Had she been injured–or worse–he knew he would be in deep

trouble.

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“It’s just as you expected,” Nathan said, his voice still laced with tension, though he’d lowered it to a more controlled level.

“The police have started the investigation. The Johnsons are spiraling into panic–their downfall imminent. Meanwhile, my family has strategically distanced ourselves to shield our interests from the fallout.”

He paused, savoring the moment as satisfaction dripped from every syllable. “Honestly, Ophelia’s incompetence borders on the spectacular. She scattered evidence like breadcrumbs, practically pleading to be apprehended!”

To fortify their position, the Higgins family had “accidentally” funneled every damning piece of evidence pointing to Ophelia straight into police hands. The Johnson family now faced an avalanche of consequences from which they could never hope to escape unscathed.

Contemplating the current situation, Nathan felt a delicious lightness bubble up inside him, replacing the earlier dread.

“Oh, and thanks to Ophelia’s spectacular downfall, my dear brother’s carefully crafted reputation at the company lies in smoking ruins. After all, Ophelia is still his wife. The senior executives have convened an emergency meeting to burn the midnight oil plotting damage control, while Jarrett’s position hangs by a thread.”

He could almost visualize Jarrett’s humiliating descent from power, the mental image flooding him with a perverse satisfaction that warmed him from within like aged whiskey.

Sadie absorbed his words in calculated silence, a ghost of a smile dancing at the corners of her lips. The elaborate chess game unfolded precisely according to her meticulous design.

The Johnson family now crumbled like a house of cards, Jarrett’s power slipped through his fingers like water, and Nathan–the overlooked heir to the Higgins empire–finally had the chance to ascend to the position of power he had coveted for so long.

“Then allow me to offer my congratulations prematurely, Nathan,” she purred, amusement threading through her silken voice. “It appears the crown of the Higgins Group will soon rest upon your ambitious head.”

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Nathan arched an eyebrow at her prophetic words, a self–satisfied smirk spreading across his face like spilled ink. His spirits soared high.

“Then I’ll say thank you!” he replied with cheerfulness. The intoxicating vision of wielding absolute control over

the Higgins Group filled his mind–soon no one would ever dare cast a disparaging glance in his direction again.

Their conversation dwindled to its natural conclusion shortly thereafter, neither having more to discuss now

that the pieces were in play.

Sadie flicked her phone onto the leather seat beside her with practiced nonchalance, dismissing it as easily as she dismissed those who opposed her.

From her designer handbag, she extracted a crisp slip of paper Nathan had given her before, a cryptic string of numbers scrawled across its pristine surface.

She leaned forward and extended the paper toward Samuel, who sat ramrod straight behind the steering

wheel.

“Look into the owner of this number,” she instructed, her eyes darkening to the color of storm clouds gathering on the horizon. “Once you’ve located her, arrange her discreet transportation to Jazmah–ensure absolutely no

one takes notice.”

Samuel accepted the paper with both hands in a gesture of deference, scrutinized the sequence of digits momentarily, and inclined his head. “Consider it done, Ms. Hudson.”

The luxurious vehicle descended into profound silence, punctuated only by the gentle purr of the engine as it glided through the velvet darkness of the night.

Thirty minutes later, the sleek machine navigated through the imposing gates of Myrtlewood Estate and eased to a graceful halt.

Samuel disembarked with practiced efficiency, circling around to swing open the rear door with a flourish. “Ms. Hudson, may the remainder of your evening bring you peace,” he offered with quiet respect.

Sadie acknowledged his sentiment with the barest inclination of her head and emerged from the vehicle with effortless elegance, her stilettos clicking softly against the cobblestone driveway.

Samuel maintained his vigilant stance, observing her progress until she disappeared safely within the villa’s confines, before returning to the driver’s seat and steering the vehicle back into the enveloping darkness.

Poised at her threshold, Sadie extended her manicured finger toward the biometric scanner when a peculiar anomaly captured her attention–a solitary light glowed from within one of the second–floor rooms of the long -abandoned Autumn Garden Villa that loomed across the street.

The once–magnificent Autumn Garden Villa had stood hauntingly empty for years following the previous owner’s abrupt departure, its windows dark and soulless–until now. Who had claimed this forsaken property as their new domain?

A delicate furrow marred Sadie’s perfect brow momentarily before she dismissed the curiosity with practiced indifference. The mysterious new occupant constituted someone else’s concern, not hers.

She pivoted back toward her door, pressed her finger against the scanner which responded with a soft electronic chime, and glided into the expansive living room bathed in ambient lighting.

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Unbeknownst to her keen senses, as she vanished beyond her threshold, a tall, commanding figure loomed silently by the panoramic window of the study on the second floor of the Autumn Garden Villa, his powertet silhouette barely discernible against the backdrop of darkness.

Noah had tracked the achingly familiar silhouette until it dissolved behind the heary door, his penetrating gaze swimming with a tempest of emotions too intricate to unravel.

With deliberate slowness that heightened the tension saturating the foom, he rotated toward jack, who remained frozen several paces away, scarcely permitting himself to draw breath in the oppressive atmosphere.

Noah’s voice sliced through the silence, low and laden with arctic frost as he asked, “The car accident- are we certain only Ophelia and Briley were responsible?”

Ophelia was an idiot, while Briley could only come up with half–baking schemes. The notion that these two intellectual lightweights could collaborate to orchestrate such a meticulously planned “accident” was

unthinkable.