A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 921

If Brinley Seabrook really was taken away by that man, Starla Lansbury would never be able to touch her for the rest of her life.

And knowing Brinley, she would continue to flaunt her existence, living out loud and calling just to mock her, constantly reminding Starla that she was still around.

The sickest part was that this twisted joke was nearly handed to her on a silver platter by Yardley Hoggart and Herbert Farley.

"Right now, Fairfax Yelchin has drawn all the fire onto himself. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?" Yardley asked over the phone.

Starla remained silent.

"Tell me where you are."

"That man isn't going to let Fairfax walk away tonight, is he?!" Starla demanded.

Even though she hadn't fully grasped everything Romy had said earlier, she understood enough.

Tonight, Fairfax was caught in a brutal three-way crossfire!

And Yardley's tone right now confirmed everything.

They weren't going to show Fairfax any mercy just because he had lured the danger away from her.

Quite the opposite.

He and Herbert were going to flank Fairfax alongside General Licht to get exactly what they wanted.

She thought back to what Fairfax had whispered while holding her that afternoon.

Even though she had given up on him a long time ago, she didn't want him doing this for her. The sheer weight of it was suffocating!

All she wanted was a clean break. For them to owe each other nothing.

"Not only that, but you and Herbert are going to strike too, just to grab what you want. Right?"

When Yardley didn't respond, Starla pushed harder.

"Starla," Yardley said, his voice cold. "You are a Hoggart. You can't let your emotions cloud your judgment."

"Oh, my emotions?"

Was this really about being swayed by emotion?

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