I Choose Him, Your Worst Enemy novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75 What Do I Do?

Wynette texted Joanne back with all the urgency of someone lounging on a Sunday morning. That serene, unruffled composure of hers pulled both Justin’s and Eve’s gazes straight to her. Eve leaned close to Justin’s ear. “How is Wynette not even a little rattled?”

She’d agreed with her husband that Wynette couldn’t possibly have that kind of money.

Now, Eve couldn’t make heads or tails of Wynette’s attitude.

Justin shot Wynette a sidelong glance, then shut his eyes. “Just wait. Her act won’t get her anywhere.”

Eve still couldn’t shake the knot in her chest. “But what if Wynette actually has the money? Are we really handing over the Jewell Group shares?”

They’d seized those shares during someone else’s catastrophe, and they’d only held them for three years. No matter how Eve looked at it, giving them up now was a straight–up loss.

She’d already proposed that, with Jewell Group crumbling, swallowing it whole would be the smartest play.

But someone inside the Shepherds kept dragging their feet.

The thought curdled Eve’s expression into something ugly.

The longer she sat with it, the higher her agitation climbed.

Justin lowered his voice. “We deal with whatever walks through the door. Stop panicking.”

The more unsettled they were, the easier it’d be for the other side to find a crack.

At Justin’s words, Eve pressed her lips shut and went still, waiting.

Wynette had said forty minutes at the latest. But less than thirty minutes later, Shirley arrived at the Jewells‘ carrying an enormous sum of cash.

When Shirley threw those cases open and all that money gleamed into view, Justin and Eve both went rigid.

Neither of them had truly believed Wynette would show up with actual cash.

Wynette slid the documents she’d kept face–down on the table toward Justin, along with the money. “Sign it!”

The funds were in place. Now the Shepherds had to make their move.

A quiet smile settled on her face.

Kaylee was just as blindsided by the sight.

She stared at Wynette, wide–eyed. “Wynette, this money… where did all of this come from?”

“I earned it myself.” Wynette said.

Her studio had done well over the years, and she’d added the proceeds from selling her condo on top of that. Every last dollar of it was sitting right here.

Wynette had had this money ready for a while, just waiting for Justin to come to her.

She’d deliberately let Liam’s situation detonate right in front of the Shepherds, dug the pit herself, and waited for them to fall in.

Even yesterday’s scene at her front door, where she’d drenched them to drive them off, had been part of her design.

What she’d wanted was to needle the Shepherds into marching to her on their own and returning the shares.

And the Shepherds, bless their hearts, hadn’t let her down.

Justin’s face darkened like a storm rolling in, his gaze scorching as it locked onto Wynette.

He had to concede it: he’d underestimated her badly. He hadn’t imagined she could produce this much money in one shot.

She’d been ready the whole time.

The instant she’d made those bold, sweeping declarations, he should’ve sharpened his guard.

Justin understood it with cold clarity: he’d lost because his own assumptions about Wynette had made him sloppy.

The realization only blackened his expression further. With all that money laid out right in front of him, every boastful word he’d thrown around earlier felt like a silent slap cracking right across his face.

Wynette held Justin’s gaze and smiled. “Mr. Shepherd, there’s more than enough there. If you’re not sure, have someone count it. I don’t mind at all. I’ve got plenty of time.”

The wider her smile stretched, the darker his face grew.

Does he think he’s running a bank? He’s treating every dollar like it’s a suspect in a lineup. It’s laughable. As if every cent the Shepherds have ever pocketed came in squeaky clean.

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