The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: COVERING HER TRACKS

Abigail

Third POV

Gina Wolfe slammed the door of her sleek black Mercedes so hard the entire car rocked.

She dropped into the backseat, her chest heaving with rage, as she dug her manicured nails into the leather seat.

Had Finnegan really just thrown her out of his company? It felt like a dream. A terrible dream.

"How dare he?" she hissed under her breath, eyes blazing. "That ungrateful little bastard. After everything I’ve done for him. He knew. He knew all along."

Her driver was a silent man. He knew better than to utter a word when Gina was in a mood — and when was she ever not in a mood?

He waited, sitting as still as a statue for his boss to give an order. Instead, Gina yanked out her phone with shaking fingers and dialed Victoria’s number.

"Pick up, you useless whore," she muttered.

Victoria answered on the third ring, her voice all light and airy as if she didn’t have a care in the world. "Gina, darling. How did it go with Finnegan?"

"Head to the industrial district," Gina snapped at her driver before speaking into the phone. "The Lander facility. Now."

She could catch the faint hum of machinery and low voices in the background as Victoria moved. "I’m already here. The latest shipment cleared customs this morning. Five billion dollars laundered through the shell account, Gina, oh my goshhh. We’re still splitting it 40, 30, 30, right?"

Gina’s lips curled into a cold smile despite her anger. At least something was going right. The Lander Company had concealed their extensive money laundering operation for years.

On paper, it was a logistics firm that had shut down, but in reality, it funneled dirty money from drugs, arms, and political bribes through fake contracts, shell companies, and her charity projects. One of which her stupid son had just shut down.

"Good," Gina said tightly. "Keep everything moving. We may need to accelerate the next transfer."

"What happened with Finnegan?"

Gina’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white. "He cut off my funding. Froze every account tied to my projects. That child looked me in the eye and told me Wolfe Corporation belongs to him."

"Can you believe that? And did you know he knows about the spyware?! He knows I tried to frame him. The plan to send him to prison is falling apart because that idiot son of mine has been playing dumb this entire time."

There was a long pause on the other end.

"He knows?" Victoria whispered. "I thought he was just acting out because of that little secretary slut."

"No," Gina snarled. "It’s worse. He suspects me of trying to get rid of Richard Saxon, too. He’s piecing things together, and that was exactly why I told you to—"

The car rolled up to the old Lander Company building. From the outside, it looked exactly as it had for fifteen years — charred, abandoned, and half-destroyed by fire.

Gina ended the call. She would say all this face-to-face to Victoria. It was her fault!