My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 296

Melody picked up the document and began reading with laser focus.

The pages were dense with meticulous text, flawlessly structured, outlining definitive targets and critical deadlines for every phase of the operation.

A creeping sense of dread settled in her stomach as she read on.

This was no spur-of-the-moment scheme.

Landon had spent months, perhaps even years, crafting this masterpiece of corporate sabotage.

Melody finally looked up, her gaze heavy with a mix of awe and suspicion.

"Aren't you terrified I'll march straight to Lucian and hand him this blueprint?"

"You wouldn't dare." Landon's confidence was absolute.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because playing the hero gets you absolutely nothing. If you warn him, he'll just write you off as a lunatic and banish you from his life entirely. Meanwhile, the absolute worst that happens to me is a stern lecture from the old lady. The fallout for you is catastrophic; for me, it's a minor inconvenience."

Melody was struck mute.

Every single word he spoke was a brutal, undeniable fact.

She truly didn't have the nerve to expose him.

And even if she did, Lucian would never believe her.

To the rest of their high-society circle, Landon was nothing but a useless playboy who squandered his trust fund on fast cars and superficial thrills.

No one would ever suspect him of harboring such lethal ambition.

Landon Langford was a genuinely terrifying man.

He had spent years playing the absolute fool, flawlessly lulling everyone into a false sense of security while he quietly sharpened his knives in the dark.

"I have one major concern," Melody said, setting the papers down with forced composure. "I understand your endgame for The Langford Group. But how exactly do you expect me to be of use? I'm just a daughter of the Monroe family, not the CEO. I have zero authority over my father's corporate voting shares."

"I couldn't care less about your father's shares." Landon shook his head, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial murmur. "What I need is intel."

"What kind of intel?"

"You'll know when the time comes. Just operational updates regarding key projects."

Landon left the specifics intentionally vague.

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