Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 849

Chapter 849: Senithe and Aurelia’s Deal

Charlotte’s voice cut through the office like a blade through silk.

Amanda’s eyes widened. The assistant on the other end of the phone went silent—the kind of silence that meant they’d definitely heard that.

"Ms. Thompson—" Amanda started, but Charlotte was already standing, already moving toward Amanda’s desk, already done with whatever diplomatic bullshit was about to come out of her friend’s mouth.

"Tell them," Charlotte repeated, voice harder now, cold in a way that people who only knew her as sweet and soft-hearted would have found impossible, "to go to hell. Aurelia Royce can take her ’potential investment opportunities’ and shove them directly up her ass. We don’t need her money. We don’t need her expertise. We don’t need anything she’s offering. The answer is no. Not just no—fuck no."

The phone line was still active.

The assistant definitely hear every word.

Charlotte didn’t care.

Amanda stared at her, mouth slightly open, stylus frozen above her tablet—like she’d just witnessed a kitten grow fangs and start reciting death threats.

"Decline," Charlotte said flatly. "Now."

Amanda recovered first. Professional mask sliding back into place even as her eyes showed genuine shock at witnessing Charlotte Thompson—Charlotte Thompson, who’d forgiven every single person who’d betrayed her, who’d paid bail for employees who’d sabotaged her, who’d given her backstabbing assistant severance money for her sick mother, who embodied kindness to a degree that bordered on naivety

—telling someone to go to hell.

"Ms. Thompson’s calendar is completely full," Amanda said into the phone, voice smooth as expensive whiskey poured over broken glass. "Unfortunately, we won’t be able to accommodate a meeting with Ms. Royce. Thank you for reaching out."

She ended the call.

Set the phone down gently.

Looked at Charlotte with something between concern and fascination.

"Wow," Amanda said quietly.

Just that. One word. But it contained multitudes—like watching a saint suddenly flip off the pope.

Charlotte was breathing harder than the situation warranted. Adrenaline dump. Fight-or-flight response triggered by a name and memories she’d thought she’d buried under success and validation and proof of her own competence.

"I don’t owe anyone an explanation," Charlotte said, but her voice was shaking slightly. "I don’t owe anyone warmth or forgiveness or the benefit of the doubt. Especially not people who publicly shredded me when I was vulnerable."

"I’m not asking for an explanation." Amanda’s voice was gentle. Careful. "Whatever happened between you and that Aurelia Royce, it’s clearly not my business. But Charlotte... you forgave everyone. The board members who tried to sell your company. The executives who leaked strategies to competitors. Your assistant who literally betrayed you for money. You paid their legal fees. Made sure they had resources to rebuild their lives."

She paused.

"For you to tell someone to go to hell like that? To not even want to hear what they’re offering?" Amanda shook her head slowly. "That means something deep. Something that cut you in ways those other betrayals didn’t."

Charlotte’s hands were still clenched at her sides.

"One year ago," she said quietly, "when I’d just inherited my father’s company and the entire world had opinions about whether I deserved it... Aurelia Royce went on Bloomberg and called me an incompetent heiress playing CEO with daddy’s money. Said the company would collapse under my leadership. Said I was born on third base and thought I’d hit a triple."

She looked at Amanda directly.

Amanda’s face shifted. Understanding dawning. And beneath it, something that looked like cold rage on Charlotte’s behalf.

"And now," Charlotte continued, voice steadier, "now that Quantum Tech is worth two point four trillion dollars and contributing more to human advancement than every other tech company combined... now she wants a meeting. Now she wants to discuss ’investment opportunities.’ Now, suddenly, I’m worth her time."

She laughed. Short. Bitter. Nothing like her usual gentle humor.

"Either Aurelia Royce has no shame and the thickest skin in existence," Charlotte said, "or she genuinely doesn’t remember shredding me on international television. Either way?" She straightened. "The answer is no. Not now. Not ever. She can watch Quantum Tech change the world from the outside and remember what she said about the incompetent heiress who was supposed to fail."

Amanda nodded slowly. "Understood. If she calls again?"

"Same answer. Tell her to go to hell. Use those exact words."

Charlotte returned to her desk, sat down, picked up on her reports like the conversation had never happened.

But her hands were still shaking slightly.

Still feeling the ghost of that interview. Still hearing Aurelia’s cold, clinical dissection of everything Charlotte was and wasn’t.

Amanda watched her for a long moment.

Then returned to her own work, making a note in her system: All Kingsley Contacts—BLOCKED. Do not accept calls, meetings, or any contact. Refer to CT’s direct instructions if pushed.

If there was one thing Amanda Wells understood, it was that some wounds didn’t heal just because you’d proven the people wrong.

Sometimes they just taught you who deserved access to your life.

And Aurelia Royce definitely didn’t.

****

"Yes?" Senithe answered, voice cool.

"Ms. Senithe." The voice on the other end was female. Crisp. Efficient. The assistant voice that had probably been trained to never sound surprised. "This is calling on behalf of Aurelia Royce. Regarding the information you agreed to compile on Liberation Holdings."

"Ms. Royce would prefer it sooner if possible. She has meetings scheduled that—"

"Three days," Senithe repeated, tone unchanged, patient in the way predators are patient when the prey is already cornered. "I’ll have everything compiled and ready for delivery. Tell Ms. Royce, I’ll hand it over personally at the Dubois art auction."

"The Dubois... art auction?"

"Thank you. Ms. Royce appreciates your thoroughness."

"She’s hunting," Senithe said simply. "Trying to understand the new player that appeared out of nowhere and accumulated obscene wealth in record time. She hired me to find what her own people couldn’t."

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