Chapter 242: The Deal She cannot Refuse
Roselle's POV
As I sipped on my whiskey amidst yet another lavish banquet, my thoughts couldn't help but drift toward Abigail Bardot.
"Just as I expected... a shameless woman who can't even think straight," I muttered under my breath, a smirk tugging at my lips.
In the original story, Abigail had driven the real Samuel Gebb into a pit of depression so deep, it was hard to fathom. But fate had a twisted sense of humor — because now, the Heavenly Demon had taken his place. And he'd rewritten the entire narrative in blood and fire.
"Poetic justice, isn't it?" I mused quietly.
The tragedy that once belonged to Samuel Gebb now belonged to Abigail Bardot and her pathetic companion Joshua Leinin.
As much as that woman hates to admit it, the truth was out there — crystal clear for anyone who paid attention. It wasn't even days after Samuel faked his death that she paraded her relationship with Joshua in public like some trophy.
"No shame, no dignity," I scoffed, twirling the amber liquid in my glass.
"And she still had the nerve to ask for a business deal with me?"
As for Joshua... I knew his game. The man never cared for Abigail — just her influence, her empire, and her name. The moment he got what he wanted, he'd vanish, leaving her hollow and used.
I leaned back in my chair, eyes scanning the glittering ballroom, and then turned toward my loyal assistant. "Kaisel," I called calmly, "contact Joanna Leinin."