He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 904

Martha sighed heavily through the receiver.

"Ma'am, Mr. Stetson's men haven't been paid either. They're all on strike."

"He's been missing for a solid week. Everyone here is whispering that something bad happened to him over in Country H. Have you heard anything?"

Something bad?

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. "No, of course not. He's probably just executing a highly confidential operation and can't communicate with the outside world. Just front the money for now, Martha. It's pocket change. When Kane resurfaces, he'll reimburse you."

"Absolutely not. The agreement was clear: I don't front my own money, and my wages are never delayed. It's already been days. Ma'am, you have three days to wire the money. If I don't get paid, I'm shipping the kid straight back to you!"

With that defiant threat, Martha hung up.

Sylvia was stunned. Never in her life had she imagined a lowly nanny would dare speak to her with such insolence. She was fuming, but beneath the anger, a deep, rhythmic panic began drumming in her chest.

Kane's phone... really had been unreachable for days. And it wasn't just him; his top lieutenants were MIA too.

A sickening premonition twisted in Sylvia's gut. Her mind immediately darted to the massive deal Kane had just struck with Thorne Industries. Had something gone wrong with the money transfer?

Had the authorities caught wind of the money laundering?

Terrified by the thought, she scrambled to call Veronica Thorne.

It was the middle of the night, but when Veronica answered, she sounded entirely alert. The heavy bass of a party thumped in the background.

"Everything's fine on this end," Veronica shouted over the noise. "The funds are in place, and I've already set everything in motion."

He had never treated her this way before. No matter the time or place, he had always answered her calls. He had promised her that no one would ever replace her in his heart.

But now...

Sylvia's throat tightened painfully, and hot tears pricked her eyes. A million tiny ants felt like they were biting at her heart.

But amidst the agony, she found one dark sliver of relief: Kane must be safe. As long as he was okay, it meant she still had a formidable backer. Someone who would always clean up her messes. The fact that Corinne and her daughters were rotting in a cell while Sylvia walked free was proof enough.

Julian and Scarlett were getting their marriage license tomorrow... She would absolutely not let them walk into their happily ever after.

A vicious, venomous glint flared in Sylvia's eyes. She pulled up her contacts and dialed Moe, one of Kane's local enforcers in Bay City.

"Moe, I need you to get me a bottle of sulfuric acid. The strongest, most corrosive grade you can find..."