Gina grinned. “No worries, Ms. Kensington. Just go take care of your business—I’ve got everything under control here!”
Briony nodded, then glanced over at Julia.
Julia was sitting up in bed, watching her. She lifted a hand and waved her off. “Go on, now. And drive safe.”
“Alright.” Briony flashed a bright, reassuring smile before turning to leave.
As the hospital room door closed behind her, Julia’s smile faded, her lips pressing together in a soft sigh.
…
Briony left the hospital and headed straight for the Kensington estate.
She hadn’t set foot in that house since Malcolm’s death.
Over the years, she’d heard plenty of rumors: after Malcolm passed away, the Kensington Group’s business had gone downhill year after year. Mack simply wasn’t cut out for the corporate world. Word was, every project the Kensington Group had invested in recently had crashed and burned.
Right now, the Kensingtons were strapped for cash—and that was her greatest leverage in today’s negotiation.
The Kensingtons cared about nothing but profit. As long as her offer was tempting enough, she didn’t doubt for a second that they’d bite.
Her white BMW rolled to a stop outside the stately gates.
A security guard approached, sizing her up. “Can I help you? Who are you here to see?”
“Briony,” she replied simply.
At the mention of her name, the guard’s expression shifted instantly—now openly disdainful. “Oh, it’s you. Mrs. Kensington left instructions: you’ll need to park out here.”
Briony had expected nothing less.
She parked, stepped out of the car, and closed the door behind her.
The guard had already notified the family.
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