My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 260

But I Julian Windsor was the one in her bed..

I reached for the sleek, effcrypted smartphone ring on the bedside table, my fingers treabling tigh

The line connected on the first ring

“Alistair,” I whistled through my wire mesh jaw, my voice sounding like a kett’s nearing its boiling point

“Ah, Mr. Wolfe,” Alistair’s voice came through the speaker, dry, level, and extirely empty of sympathy. He was executive lounge of our Manhattan hotel, likely enjoying a perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey while has employer dismantled in a ward. “I see you have survived your… introductory meeting with for New York jood marker

“I am in a private room at Mount Sinai, Alistair,” I hissed, holding an ice pack against by wollen left cheek. “My face absolute catastrophe. The surgeon had to use four titanium screws just to keep my jaw aligned with my ears. It is a tragedy “Indeed, sir. The communications team in London is currently drafting a press release claiming you suffered a mild men during a private squash match. We felt ‘physical decimation by a rival executive Tacked the necessary corporate elegans. “Brilliant,” I muttered. “Now, Alistair. I need you to run a highly specific intelligence sweep for me. What is Juliate Windsor’s exact relationship to Katia Kensington?”

“According to the public record, sir, they are primary business partners. They have been working side-by-side to integrate her software into the East Coast transit hubs.”

“No,” I whistled, my temper rising. “A business partner does not break a man’s nose in three places because of an integration contract, Alistair. I am a corporate executive; I know the standard protocols. One sends a strongly worded legal fing, or perhaps a minor regulatory audit. One does not use their bare fists to reshape another man’s skull. There has to be something else.

There was a brief, rhythmic clicking of Alistair’s keyboard on the other end of the line. The silence stretched for five agonizing seconds before he spoke again.

“Ah,” Alistair murmured. “Well, this is rather peculiar. It appears… though my source notes there is absolutely no physical or domestic truth to the arrangement… that Mr. Windsor is her brother-in-law.”

I froze, the ice pack slipping slightly against my cheek. “Her what?”

“Her brother-in-law, sir. His wife is Delia Kensington-Katia’s younger sister. They have been residing in the same estate upstate for one year and some months.”

I sat in the quiet of the hospital room, my brain trying and failing to process the sheer, ridiculous absurdity of the American family structure.

“Her brother-in-law,” I repeated, the whistle in my voice turning into a high-pitched squeak of utter disbelief. “The sister’s husband.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The brother-in-law decided to play knight in shining armor,” I said, my voice dropping to a flat, annoyed mumble. “He physically dismantled me… because his wife’s sister was having a domestic dispute.”

“It would appear so, sir. The Americans do possess a rather… enthusiastic approach to family solidarity.”

“This is rubbish,” I snapped, winced, and held my jaw. “It makes absolutely no sense. If I touch her now–if I so much as raise my hand to Katia to teach her the obedience she owes me-there is a very real, statistical chance that Julian Windsor will find out, storm my hotel, and physically detach my arms from my torso.”

“A highly probable outcome, sir,” Alistair agreed deadpan. “Mr. Windsor’s security dossier indicates a rather extensive background in military combat training and a complete disregard for public relations when provoked. I believe the phrase” losing your hand’ would be a conservative estimate.”

“Yes,” I muttered, looking at the swollen turnip in the mirror. “I quite like my hands. They are excellent for driving, and they

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match my watch collection. This Windsor chap is an active hazard to my physical health.”

“Indeed, sir.”

“He is a liability,” I said, my mind instantly shifting into the cold, calculated strategy ba man who needed to clear the board. If he is standing in my way, then he needs to be removed from the equation entirely. I want Jolian Windsor out of the way. Alistair. I want his board of directors panicked, want his secure network nodes compromised, and I want him as the spin regulatory litigation that he doesn’t have the time to cross the street, let alone store my penthouse ”

“I shall coordinate with our legal and intelligence divisions immediately, sir,” Alistair said. “We shall initiate the standard corporate blockade.”

“Excellent,” I said. I looked down at the white sheets of my bed, a sudden, brilliant idea entering my mind. If I couldn’t touch Katia physically without risking a terminal beating from her monstrous brother-in-law, I would have to play the game of shadows. I needed her cooperation. I needed her to believe that I was her savior, not her tormentor. “Oh, and Alistair

“Yes, sir?”

“Send flowers to my wife’s office,” I commanded. “A massive, ridiculous arrangement. Something horribly expensive. Lilies, perhaps. Or white roses. The kind of flowers that say, “I am dreadfully sorry for the slight physical altercation in your kitchen, please forgive my enthusiastic display of marital affection.”

“And the card, sir?”

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