Chapter 245: Private Penthouse – Midnight
Roselle's POV
I stood by the floor-length window of my penthouse, a glass of vintage red wine in my hand, the city lights of Moscow glittering like broken stars beneath me. The world down there was chaotic, ruthless... but up here? Up here, I ruled in silence.
My phone buzzed on the crystal table beside me.
Joanna's name.
I answered it without hesitation, her nervous voice coming through, "It's done."
A smirk tugged at my lips. "She signed?"
"Yes... without even reading too deep."
Of course she did. Abigail Bardot — the ever-so-proud queen of fake power. Always acting like she's untouchable. But when you have desperation and arrogance combined? That's when people make their dumbest moves.
"Good," I said coldly. "You just helped bring her kingdom down, Joanna. Enjoy your eighty million."
I hung up before she could respond.
I turned back to the cityscape, swirling the wine in my glass. I wasn't celebrating. Not yet. This was only the first crack. But it was satisfying. Knowing she—Abigail—unknowingly signed a document that gave me temporary rights over Bardot Industries' Eastern operations and a hidden clause that could ruin her.