Arthur leaned down slightly, ensuring Adrian heard every single syllable.
“You are not a self-made titan, Adrian. You are not a genius. You are a poorly performing, highly subsidized investment that has just been liquidated with extreme prejudice. You own nothing but the clothes currently on your back.”
Vanessa, who had been listening in horrified silence, suddenly realized she had attached herself to a sinking ship. The parasitic survival instinct kicked in immediately.
She pushed away from the bar, backing away from Adrian as if he were highly contagious. She clutched her silk-covered stomach and looked frantically at Arthur Vance, tears streaming down her face.
“Wait! Please!” Vanessa begged, her voice shrill. “I didn’t know! He lied to me! I thought he was rich! You can’t throw me out on the street, I’m pregnant with his child! You can’t do this to a pregnant woman!”
Arthur Vance looked at Vanessa with an expression of profound, clinical disgust. He didn’t answer her. He turned his gaze to me, watching as the medic prepared a curved needle to begin suturing the deepest gash on my shoulder.
“Arthur,” I whispered. My voice was dark, raspy, and carried the weight of absolute vengeance. “Bring her the medical file.”
Chapter 4: The Eviction of the False King
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