Overnight, New York’s landscape shifted dramatically.
The Lopez Group was rocked by explosive scandals–financial fraud, tax evasion, and critical safety violations across multiple projects.
Stock prices plummeted, partners terminated contracts, and banks demanded immediate repayment.
Elite Social Circles‘ golden boy became a pariah overnight.
Scott Lopez scrambled desperately for help, only to face rejection at every turn.
Former allies now avoided him like the plague.
That’s when he finally remembered me.
His call came as I sipped afternoon tea in Garcia Manor House’s garden.
“Kimberly! Was this your doing?” Scott’s enraged roar distorted the speaker.
I set my cup down deliberately, my tone glacial. “It was.”
“You…”
My candor choked him. After a strained pause, he hissed, “Why?”
A humorless laugh escaped me. “Scott, did you forget? You vowed to ruin me–leave me with nothing.”
“I’m simply paying you back in kind.”
“You lunatic!” he snarled. “Destroying me won’t save you! Remember–you’re just a discarded cripple!”
“Oh?”
My gaze drifted to Russell escorting Grandpa through the rose arbor, his smile tender.
Into the phone, I spoke with lethal calm. “Scott, you’ve mistaken our positions.”
“It wasn’t that I fell short of you–you never measured up to me.”
“Did you truly believe the Lopez family reinstated your inheritance out of remorse?”
My whisper carried razor–sharp clarity.
“I traded my legs for it. With my brother.”
“Everything you own? I allowed it.”
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“Now? I’m taking it back.”
Deafening silence swallowed the line.
I pictured his face–shock, disbelief, the shattering of his self–crafted myth of entitlement.
I ended the call before he could speak.
Grandpa approached, his calloused hand resting on my hair. “Kimberly, it’s over now.”
Russell placed documents before me.
“Lopez shares hit rock bottom. Acquisition can begin.”
I scanned the papers, my eyes devoid of emotion.
The game has just begun.
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