The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 494

Chapter 223 Retirement Plan

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Chapter 223: Retirement Plan

“Turn around,” Bill spat, his voice trembling with a cocktail of rage and adrenaline “Follow that woman, and make sure you keep a distance-don’t let her see us!

The driver’s hands tightened on the leather steering wheel. “Sir, I-I’m not sure that’s a goc idea. Those men earlier said-”

“I said turn the car around!” Bill roared, his fist slamming against the back of the driver’s s “Don’t forget who’s signing your paycheck!”

The driver swallowed hard, “Yes, sir.” He glanced at the rearview mirror before swinging the wheel.

Just as the sedan began to pivot, a flash of movement in the mirror caught his eye-two matte-black SUVS had peeled out from the curb behind them. The driver’s face drained of color. “Sir… I… I think we’re being followed.”

Bill squinted, his voice sharp with irritation. “What are you talking about?!”

The driver pointed a trembling finger at the mirror. “Those cars… Aren’t those Mr. Blackwood men?”

Bill whipped around, peering through the rear window. The SUVs weren’t just following, they were stalking, maintaining a distance that spoke of absolute intention.

“Shit!” Bill hissed, his blood turning to ice. He realized in a heartbeat that Damien Blackwood would not let him go that easily. The man was making sure he disappeared exactly as ordered.

“Forget it,” Bill snapped, his voice a cold, sharp blade. “Drive normal Don’t look back Just get me home-now.”

The driver didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped the wheel, forcing his hands to steady as he merged into traffic, unable to ignore the way the SUVS stayed glued to their bumper

Bill didn’t watch the road. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb hovering over the screen before he tapped a burner number he hadn’t touched in years

It rang three times

When the line clicked open, there was only a long, measured silence heavy, rhythmic breathing on the other end

Bill didn’t waste time with pleasantries His voice was a low, jagged whisper stripped of all corporate pretense “I need you to take care of some trash for me”

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He paused, letting the coldness of the instruction sink in as he watched the SUVs in the mirror.

“Give it twenty-four hours,” Bill continued, his voice dropping into a register of pure, cold malice. “I’ll be gone by then, and my involvement will be non-existent. I’ll send you the det Don’t worry about the payment-I’ll wire you fifty percent now and the other fifty when it’s done. Just name your price.”

The voice on the other end didn’t speak. Only a low, guttural “Hmm” came through the line

Then, the line went dead.

Bill tucked the phone away. His eyes, once full of panicked confusion, had hardened into something darker, more sinister.

He stared through the windshield, his mind already carving out the path of his retribution.

Not long after, his vehicle pulled into the circular driveway of his estate. He didn’t move to out immediately; he just sat there in the silence of the car, letting the leather-scented air ground him.

The weight of the day pressed against his temples, but as he looked at the sprawling, perfectly manicured grounds of his estate, he felt a flicker of cold satisfaction.

This wasn’t a defeat, he told himself. It was a pivot. If Blackwood wanted to force him out, hi would treat it as an early, long-overdue retirement. He was finally free of the board’s suffocating oversight.

He didn’t just want a drink; he wanted to disappear into the comfort of his home, surrounded by the opulence he had spent fifteen years building. He needed the walls to remind him that he was still Bill Franklin-wealthy and powerful.

Before he finally stepped out of the vehicle, his gaze drifted to the heavy oak of his front door and with it, his thoughts turned to his wife, Trudy.

He wondered briefly what he would tell her, but the thought withered before it could take root She was so painfully submissive, so utterly devoid of spark, that the idea of an argument was laughable. She couldn’t challenge him, she couldn’t excite him, and heaven forbid, she couldn’t even give him an heir

When they had first discovered she was barren, he had been devastated a brief, sharp pang of disappointment. But in hindsight, he realized he had dodged a bullet. A child from someone as tedious as Trudy would be a bore, a hollow legacy

And a child from the kind of women he actually enjoyed? That was an entirely different nightmare-a liability, a permanent stain on the pristine reputation he’d spent decades

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He thought of the woman before Brandy, the one he’d gotten pregnant. The memory didn’t bring guilt, only a cold, clinical satisfaction.

He was far too old to be a father; he enjoyed the pleasure, never the responsibility.

That had been a simple business transaction: a check, a clinic, and a prompt, final disappearance.

It was efficient. It was controlled.

He thought of Brandy, and the others before her-the young, beautiful, expensive distractions he kept at the clubs. They were fantasies he could purchase, things Trudy could never comprehend.

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