Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1000

The moment Winnie finished speaking, Mrs. Olson tapped the call button on the table twice.

The private dining room doors swung open, and people rushed in from outside, immediately surrounding Winnie.

A man grabbed her arm tightly. She struggled, but with her strength, she was powerless. Her glare shot straight to Mr. Olson.

"You forged the agreement. What else do you want now?" she spat.

Mrs. Olson chuckled softly. "Isn't it obvious? You're married. If you secretly do something underhanded against the Morrison family, you'd be violating the agreement."

"No one will believe your twisted schemes. I'll call the police—"

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter. As long as we create the facts, you'll be seen as violating the agreement. Besides, with your reputation, how many people would believe you? Even if Michael trusted you, where's the evidence?" Mrs. Olson's laugh turned cold and sharp.

Winnie instinctively reached for her phone. No signal.

From the moment she arrived, they had planned for this.

"Don't waste your energy, Winnie," Mrs. Olson said, taking a sip of tea. Her gaze flicked to the diamond-studded watch on her wrist, a self-satisfied smirk curling her lips. "No one ever taught you to be careful. You knew this was a trap. Why did you come so confidently?"

They knew exactly what Winnie was: a spoiled heiress, used to being coddled, quick-tempered, impulsive, and—frankly—out of her depth.

They had tracked her every move, making sure she came alone. And Michael was out of Goldmont City today, accompanying Oscar on a trip.

Winnie was completely trapped. No evidence—no matter how widely known the abuse—meant they faced no real consequences.

With Khloe and Nick out of Goldmont City, smoothing things over would be effortless.

Mrs. Olson raised her hand, signaling the men to move.

Strong men hoisted her up, nodded to the Olsons, and hurried her away.

Mrs. Olson didn't even bother to look. Only when Winnie was gone did she let out a heavy sigh.

"God. What a headache. If I'd known she was this useless, I wouldn't have wasted my breath. Disgusting."

"Now's not the time to relax. Have your men prepared everything?"

Mr. Olson walked to the window. Down below, cars were ready. Men stood at every door, eyes tracking every movement.

They had chosen this street because there were no cameras. Inside the hotel, everything was under their control.

As long as there was no evidence, Winnie could raise hell. She could even die. And none of it would ever touch them.