I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Georgia’s POV

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I stepped inside the main foyer of the mansion, and my good mood immediately soured. Peter and Kiara were sitting on one of the plush sofas, clearly waiting for their meeting.

Peter’s eyes lit up with malicious glee when he saw me. He stood, a smarmy grin on his face. “Well, look who it is. Georgia. Don’t tell me you’re living here now?

He has

Kiara leaned in and whispered to Peter, her voice intentionally loud enough for me and Harvey to hear. “Of course she is. She’s homeless, darling. She got nothing om Lucas in the divorce, so she has to latch onto someone new. It’s actually quite sad.”

Peter put on a look of fake sympathy. “Oh, wow. I’m so sorry to hear that, Georgia. Tough break.”

I opened my mouth to say something scathing, but Harvey, who had been silent beside me, took a half-step forward. He addressed Kiara, his voice calm, profession, and utterly deadpan.

“A piece of advice, Ms. Laurent. Your ‘stage whisper carries. You may want to work on that.”

Kiara’s face flushed a deep, ugly red.

Harvey’s cold gaze then swept over both of them. “Your information is also incorrect. Ms. Sinclair didn’t ‘get nothing.’ She refused a seven-figure settlement. There is a significant difference.” He let that sink in for a moment. “And as for her accommodations, her compensation package as Mr. Salvatore’s personal security consultant is considerably more generous than anything Mr. Sterling could provide.”

He gave them a tight, dismissive smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. Mr. Salvatore is waiting for her.”

Harvey gestured for me to walk ahead, leaving Peter and Kiara standing there, utterly speechless and humiliated.

As Harvey led me away from the humiliated duo, I lowered my voice. “By the way, how did you know about the settlement with Lucas?”

Harvey didn’t break stride. “We don’t hire security for the boss without a thorough background ch Sinclair,” he said, his tone perfectly professional. “We are aware of all relevant details concerning yo recent history. It’s standard procedure.” He glanced at me, and a quick, subtle wink broke his formal

I stepped into a cavernous dining room where Estevan was just finishing his breakfast at the head of a tab that could seat thirty.

He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin and stood as I entered.

“The staff informed me you haven’t eaten,” he stated, ample observation.

“I’m fine,” I said, standing professionally near the door. can eat after the meeting.”

He looked me up and down, his gaze analytical and dismissive of my excuse. “You had a strenuous night. You’ll be of no use to me if you collapse. Especially if your brother decides to pay another visit.” He pushed his chair in, the sound echoing in the silent room.

“Sit,” he commanded. “Eat”

He turned to Harvey, “Let’s go deal with our… guests.” He then glanced back at me, his expression

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unreadable. “Enjoy,” he said, and the word was not a pleasantry; it was an order.

He and Harvey left, leaving me standing alone in the vast, quiet room.

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A maid appeared silently at my side and began to set a place for me, serving a plate of fresh fruit, eggs, and toast. I sat down, feeling small at the enormous table, and offered the maid a shy, quiet smile.

“Thank you.”

When I finished eating, I walked back to the study. The atmosphere was thick with a tense, defeated silence. The contracts were signed.

As Lucas and a pale-looking Peter left, Kiara lingered. She walked to Estevan, placed a proprietary hand on his arm, and leaned in to kiss his cheek, her eyes darting to me with a thriving smirk.

I met her gaze, felt nothing, and she looked away, her victory suddenly feeling hollow.

As soon as they were gone, Estevan turned to me. “You were right,” he said with a chilling satisfaction. “I had my team run new simulations on the Neuro-Dominion system, based on your… suggestion.” He slid a document across the desk. “The ‘absolute control’ feature is now the primary selling point. The private auction for the first five units is tonight.”

I stared at the price per unit on the page. My eyes widened in horror. He’s selling mind control to the highest bidder for a king’s ransom. This wasn’t just a mañia move; this was a new level of evil.

Before I could speak, the door opened and his brother, Arman, stepped in, looking nervous. “Brother, apologies. Mr. Moretti is on the secure line. He is asking for a final confirmation on the ‘Smith’ shipment.”

“The transfer is pending Ms. Smith’s final approval,” Estevan said, his voice tight with annoyance at the interruption.

My head snapped up. “Smith? You don’t mean Patricia Smith, do you?”

Estevan turned to me, his expression unreadable. “From Smith Armories, yes. A brilliant weapons designer. I am the primary investor in her new ballistics program

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