Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

The abandoned warehouse reeked of mold and machine oil. It was a nauseating mix that made my stomach twist even worse than it already was. Matt had finally stopped crying, worn out from the stress, but I could feel the tension radiating from his tiny body as he lay in his stroller beside me. Even as small as he was, he seemed to sense that something was terribly wrong.

Lawrence paced near the entrance, glancing now and then at his watch before peering through the grimy window that overlooked the dirt road outside. He looked nothing like the polished, well-groomed man I’d seen at family events. His hair was disheveled, his beard was uneven, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained. It was clear that weeks on the run had taken their toll.

“You must be hungry,” he said suddenly, turning toward me and motioning to a paper bag resting on a makeshift table of wooden crates. “I brought sandwiches.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m not eating anything you give me,” I said coldly. “I’m not taking the chance of being poisoned.”

Lawrence stopped pacing, looking genuinely insulted.

“Poisoned?” he repeated, as if the thought were absurd. “Zoey, I’m not a murderer. I never have been. Everything that’s happened-” he gestured vaguely around the warehouse. “I’m only in this situation because of your little friend.”

“My friend?” I asked, though I already knew who he meant.

“Elise,” he spat out the name like it tasted bitter. “That woman is impulsive. She acts without thinking about the consequences. If she’d just followed the original plan, none of this would’ve happened.”

Despite the fear tightening my chest, curiosity flickered. Maybe if I kept him talking, I could learn something useful that Christian or the police could use to find us.

What original plan?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay calm, almost conversational.

He studied me for a moment, as if deciding whether to answer, then shrugged like it no longer mattered.

“The plan was simple,” he said, resuming his slow pacing. “The goal was to drive a wedge between you and Christian. Make him believe you’d betrayed him, that you leaked his project to a competitor. Get him to leave you on his own.”

“And then?”

“Then he’d marry Francesca, as he was supposed to,” Lawrence said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. “The Kensington and Montgomery families would merge. Francesca would take an important role in the company, and the Montgomery winery would become a branch of Kensington Enterprises.”

I began to see the twisted reasoning behind it all.

“And you’d control that branch through Francesca,” I said quietly.

“Exactly.” Lawrence gave a thin, bitter smile. “Francesca agreed to give me full access to the Montgomery operations. I could continue my… side business through them. Quiet transfers, offshore accounts, a few import- export deals that wouldn’t show up in Kensington’s official ledgers.”

“Money laundering,” I said flatly.

“I preferred to call it investment diversification,” Lawrence replied dryly. “It worked perfectly for years. Small sums here and there, a few creative arrangements with Anthony. Nothing flashy. Just enough to live comfortably.”

“But Christian took full control of the company,” I said, deliberately pressing where it hurt.

Lawrence’s expression darkened instantly.

“Oh yes, the golden boy finally claimed his throne,” he spat, bitterness dripping from every word. “And one of the first things he did was fire Anthony from the Euradian board, cut off my income streams, and install audits that made it impossible for me to keep the operations running.”

“So you decided to get rid of me,” I said, my voice cold, “so he’d marry Francesca instead.”

“It was the perfect solution,” Lawrence admitted without shame. “Francesca still had feelings for Christian. She was willing to do anything to win him back. And through her, I’d gain access not only to the Montgomery fortune but also to a seat of influence within Kensington itself.”

Anger burned through me like fire. My life, my marriage, and my happiness had been reduced to disposable pawns in some financial chess game.

“But something went wrong,” I said.

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