"Every debt has a collector. Those two thugs are just the hired help; we need the one signing the checks."
Stellan nodded, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "Understood. I'm on it."
Meanwhile, in another luxurious VIP suite across the hospital.
Sylvia Stetson lounged in her hospital bed, practically buried under a mountain of expensive floral arrangements and luxury fruit baskets, the air thick with sickeningly sweet perfume.
Ever since she had been officially recognized as the heiress to the Schmidt family, her social stock in high society had skyrocketed. Not only did she have Melanie Flynn as her loyal confidante, but she had rapidly acquired a new elite best friend: Veronica Thorne.
The moment Sylvia dropped a selfie of her bandaged face into their private group chat, Melanie and Veronica had rushed to her bedside.
Now, the three of them were huddled together, united by one singular obsession—destroying Scarlett Langley.
Veronica hated Scarlett with a burning passion, and the reason was simple: she felt robbed. Five years ago, Melanie had set Veronica up with Yardley. They had gone on a couple of dates, texted, and were actually getting to know each other. Out of nowhere, Scarlett crashed into the picture, hijacked Yardley, and married him before the ink on the marriage license could even dry.
Furious, Veronica had cut ties with Melanie and moved abroad. But now, five years later, with news of Yardley's impending divorce plastered everywhere, Veronica felt her time had finally come.
Especially after Melanie leaked the paternity test proving the child wasn't Yardley's. Veronica had literally screamed with joy at her TV screen. The man she had obsessed over was not only getting divorced, but he wasn't even tied down with another woman's baggage! He was officially the city's most eligible billionaire bachelor all over again.



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