The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: I JUST MIGHT DESTROY YOU

Finnegan

Abigail’s blue eyes shone up at me, excitement rushing through them. This was it. If we could get Owen Smith, then we could make my brother pay for his crimes.

A bitter taste filled my mouth. I hadn’t seen Devin in fifteen years, and here I was trying to put him in prison. I had believed he was dead, and now I was going to haul him to jail.

My Dad would have been devastated to see all this. But then his death had set so much of it in motion. If he had willed the company to Devin instead of me, maybe my mother and my blockhead of a brother wouldn’t have gone this far at all.

Or maybe they would have gotten even worse.

"Send the coordinates to Arnold. He’ll have the men on it," I told Matt over the phone, squeezing Abigail’s hand.

"Yes, Boss," Matt replied curtly, and I ended the call.

"We’ve found Owen," Abigail breathed, her eyes widening. "That’s great, right? We can now officially reopen my parents’ case!"

"We can," I smiled, brushing strands of hair away from her damp forehead. "Seems like we might win this after all."

The next day at work, sometime after lunch,

The Head of PR, Spencer, sat across from my desk looking like he was one bad headline away from a heart attack.

"Sir, with all due respect," he said, gesturing at his tablet screen. "Mrs. Wolfe has been on every major talk show and gossip segment for the past week, talking about ’fighting for her marriage and putting your daughter first."

"The silence from our side is starting to damage the company’s image. Investors are asking questions. The board is uneasy. If you could agree to one interview to steer the public narrative—"

"I don’t have to say anything," I cut him off coldly. "My private life is not some Keeping Up with the Kardashians episode neither will I subject my Angel’s life to public scrutiny."

Spencer swallowed. "But sir, perception matters. Right now, the narrative is that you’re a cold, distant husband who abandoned his family. We need to counter that."

I leaned back in my chair. I had far more pressing matters to deal with than Victoria throwing tantrums across the country.

Abigail was a few floors below, representing me in a meeting with the design team. A small smile settled on my lips at the thought of her.

I’d bet she was running the meeting like the professional she was. Abigail rarely let personal things bleed into her work, and I admired that about her.

"Focus on actual company matters," I said, eyes narrowing at Spencer. "Not my marriage. That’s final."

He opened his mouth to push again when my phone rang. Victoria’s name lit up the screen. I dismissed Spencer with a sharp wave, and he practically fled the office.

"What do you want, Victoria?"

Her voice came through hot with anger.

"Really, Finnegan? You told your security not to let me into the building? I’m still your wife!"

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