Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 391

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Chapter 391 The Three–Dollar Question

“Savannah’s meeting with me… Silas must have restaurant before he was sitting across from me

own about it. She’d barely left the Adriana said with a shrug

At the restaurant, every move Savannah made had almost certainly been under Mister’s watchful eye.

The moment Savannah walked out, Silas took the seat across from Adriana.

“What did he say?” Curtis asked, instantly on guard.

“He said he wanted to get to know me. The guy was cautious, didn’t for a first meeting. He just gave me this. I’m still not sure what it m hair clip from her pocket. It looked vaguely familiar, but she could

What was Silas playing at, giving her a hair clip?

of substance

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“Psycho,” Curtis muttered, grabbing it to toss in the trash. Man understands man. Silas was here with an agenda, and it was glaringly obvious.

Capitalizing on Curtis’s “death” to make a move on his wife.

“With all the buzz around you and Justin, and him refusing to honor the marriage pact, Silas probably sees an opening. He thinks he can slide in during your supposed ‘single‘ period, especially now that you’re the de facto heir to the Barton fortune.” Curtis guessed that Silas’s aim was Barton Group.

After all, Mister had schemed for years, targeting the combined resources of the Bartons, the Gills, the Lincolns, and the Harrisons.

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“That was my first thought too. I even assumed this clip was some expensive piece, because making a good first impression usually involves something valuable, right? So I looked it Guess what? It’s three dollars!” Adriana was baffled. What was the point of Silas Harrison gifting her a three–dollar hair clip?

“It’s a kid’s hair clip,” she added, turning the cheap plastic over in her hands.

A faint, distant memory teased at the edges of her mind but remaine reach.

“Forget him. Keep your distance,” Curtis insisted, internal alarms blaring.

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He had a theory about why Silas had given her that clip, but he dared not voice it. He didn’t want Adriana remembering.

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Their meetings had been scarce lady, both buded in their own battles.

No wonder he felt jealous. He feared someone mig try to sneak in while he wasn’t by us wife’s side.

“I’ll wrap this up and come home soon!” he saidmoothing her hair. He missed her. He missed the kids.

“Take your time. The calmer and more patient you are, the more cominced they will be that you’re dead. That’s when they’ll slip up. Look, even Silas has surfaced now. Mister can’t be far behind.” Adriana felt they were making solid progress.

Savannah was already contained, Ernest was dead, and it was only a matter of time before Mister was exposed

Savannah, driven by her own ambition to climb higher would eventually turn on her handler to eliminate him. She’d talk.

“Yeah.” Curtis smiled, warmth in his eyes. Adriana had truly matured. He used to be the one comforting her. Now the roles were reversed.

Since taking on the Bartons and their business, she had grown so much stea more capable,

much

Curtis had always known she was brilliant. He was more than happy to do everything he could to support her ascent.

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Meanwhile, Savannah was in the midst of a meltdown at home. Lincoln Group’s board had not only accepted Silas but was throwing him a welcome reception to celebrate his takeover.

“Lincoln Group! It’s still Lincoln Group! And even if it weren’t, it should be mine! Savannah Feron’s! Why is there a welcome party for him? No one threw one for me!” she raged, hurling a vase across the room. Her assistant stood frozen, not daring to speak.

“Ms. Feron… it’s almost time. If you don’t attend Mr. Harrison’s reception, Mister might see it as you throwing a tantrum…” the assistant finally mustered the courage to whisper.

“Mister, Mister, everything is about Mister!” Savannah screamed, her breathing ragged.

From her assistant to her house staff, everyone around her was Mister’s: she’d done everything right, been brilliant enough. And yet, the momen Group, Mister sent Silas.

She laughed bitterly.

If he trusted her so little, why use her in the first place?

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