She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 842

And he had stood there and publicly humiliated her.

He shouldn't have done that.

Quintin sent another message: [Boss, keep your emotions in check. The chip in your brain is a pirated knockoff based on the one Loyce developed. It's wreaking havoc on your system, and right now, we don't have a safe way to extract it. We have to play the long game.]

Lucian typed back: [I can't betray Stellar Trust, can I?]

Quintin: [Loyce said the chip is wired to your nervous system, but the nerve toxin in your blood is counteracting it. Even she isn't sure what the exact side effects will be. Those mints in your pocket are your best bet for managing the pain. We're flying blind right now.]

Lucian: [I love her very much, don't I?]

On the other end of the screen, Quintin bit through a mouthful of instant noodles and grinned. [Crazy in love, Boss. You were ready to hand her your beating heart. If it wasn't for that old bastard Horace Sterling screwing things up, you two would be happily making babies by now.]

Lucian: [From today on, you are my eyes. Help me investigate everything.]

Quintin lived for this kind of high-stakes thrill. [So, we're tearing down Stellar Trust? You're usually so sharp, but you let your guard down because you were so damn happy about marrying her. Getting played by them must have you absolutely pissed.]

Lucian didn't reply. He walked over to the window, staring down at the armed patrols pacing the grounds, his eyes arctic cold.

Yes. He was out of his mind with rage.

But everyone knew how untouchable Stellar Trust was. Tearing down a global financial empire wasn't going to be easy.

He needed to find a weak link.

***

Meanwhile, Lucian had been quietly compiling dossiers on every core executive. One man, in particular, caught his eye. Thanks to Quintin's digging, he struck gold.

Nathan Huxley. Director of Stellar Trust's Business Department. He was five years older than Sigrid, her senior in college, and a highly capable executive who had been with the company since graduation. They had even shared a brief romance years ago.

But Nathan came from a working-class background, and Horace and Sigrid looked down on him. The relationship had fizzled out, treated as nothing more than a wealthy girl's fleeting college rebellion.

On the surface, they had no current connection. But Quintin's tracker showed they had booked hotel rooms together over thirty times. The most recent time was right after Lucian had rejected Sigrid's advances.

They were friends with benefits, and Nathan was entirely willing to play the role of her secret subordinate.

Lucian flicked his silver lighter open, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag. A dangerous, calculating smile curved his lips.

He had finally found his way in.