Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 236

Carter didn't answer directly. Instead, he turned to Emma.

"Wait for me in the car."

Emma pressed her lips together, her gaze turning cold as it flicked over Raymond.

"Honey."

Carter's eyes softened. He knew Emma was annoyed, but he didn't want her getting into a direct confrontation with Raymond.

Emma saw his silent plea. Giving him face, she withdrew her stare, turned on her heel, and walked away.

Raymond glared at him in sheer disappointment. He waited until Emma was out of earshot before speaking. "Look at how pathetic and whipped you are."

"You act the exact same way around Pamela, don't you?"

Carter's expression hardened. Raymond scoffed coldly. "Leave your aunt out of this. Do you realize what halting the new media division for half a month means?"

"What does it mean? Harrington Corp isn't going to go bankrupt. We have dozens of other divisions running at full capacity. There's no need to panic."

Carter genuinely didn't care about the negligible financial hit. Even if every single company under the Harrington umbrella stopped working right now, their amassed wealth was enough to burn through for lifetimes.

"Starting tomorrow, have Percy join you at corporate. Give him a Vice President title. It's time he learned how to help manage the company."

Carter's eyes turned predatory. "No."

Raymond hadn't expected a rejection, let alone such an immediate, uncompromising one. He frowned deeply. "No?"

Since when did Carter learn to be such a tyrant?

Was he that terrified of having someone inserted into his ranks to steal his power?

"You've already handed him plenty of companies. Isn't that enough for him to practice with?"

"No need. He can handle it himself."

Emma had absolute faith in Carter. Instead, she pivoted to business. "Take the sketches I had printed and head to Garrison. Ask around for her. Be as flashy as you need to be. Offer a massive cash reward to anyone who recognizes her."

Swapping and abandoning a child was a colossal event, which explained why Pamela had such a vivid memory of the woman's face.

But the sketch artist had warned her that Pamela's answers had been far too decisive.

'There's something very strange about her story. If she witnessed someone abandoning a baby, why didn't she intervene? Why didn't she call the police? Why did she just take the child away? Even if she's telling the truth, trying to describe someone you briefly saw yesterday takes careful recollection. Yet she effortlessly rattled off the exact facial features of a woman she fleetingly saw twenty-three years ago. The only way she could do that is if she had rehearsed those details in her mind a thousand times.'

The artist's warning still rang in Emma's ears. The fog surrounding the truth was only growing thicker, making it impossible to find a clear thread to pull.

She had to use a blunt approach to flush out the truth. A high-profile bounty might yield completely unexpected results.

"Boss, the gallery owner for the space I rented for you two days ago just called. They said they're canceling our reservation. But the exhibition is tomorrow! What are we going to do?"