His words were like a sucker punch to the gut, almost too much to take in at once. After a while, I finally opened my mouth to say, "So, are you implying that Hendrix's accident has something to do with Sebastian?"
He curled his lip. "If this problem could be solved by guessing, your husband would have been saved long ago."
Tobias wasn't wrong. In the business world, there were no permanent enemies, nor were there permanent friends. It all boils down to profit. Everything else was secondary.
Gerald's billion- dollar, profitable business was handed over to Hendrix. People would do anything to have a slice of that pie. Human life was insignificant compared to untold riches.
"What should I do next?" I asked. I calmed down and cleared my thoughts.
He looked at me and said, "Call your men, find out Sebastian's movements over the past two days. Investigate the people he recently met with. Pay attention to the company and factories of the Milton family in Oakland too."
I nodded. Sheridan was waiting outside Tobias's villa and I was about to go out to relay the orders when Tobias stopped me. I blinked at him in confusion.
He frowned, looking somewhat exasperated. "Just give him a call. Don't go wandering around. You're Hendrix's wife. Do you think they won't go after you after making a move on Hendrix? Don't forget, if anything happens to Hendrix, you stand to inherit all his assets. You're an equal target."
His shocking words sent shivers down my spine and I broke out in a cold sweat. I took out my phone from my pocket and called Sheridan. After the phone call, I looked at him and asked, "What now?"
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