Chapter 509

Jeffrey could feel his blood boil at the mere utterance of that name.

“What’s the deal? You guys used to be thick as thieves, right?”

“She kidnapped Dorothy’s kid and had it out for Dorothy. When she didn’t get her loved one at last, she

just stabbed Everett in a fit of madness and planned to go down with him!”

“You mean Heather?”

“Who else would I be talking about?”

Silence hung on Lane’s end of the line, and just as Jeffrey was about to conclude the call had dropped,

Lane rushed out, “Something’s come up, gotta run.”

The abrupt end to the call only added to Jeffrey’s irritation.

On Lane’s end, his grip on his phone was precarious. He feared Jeffrey might discern something from

his demeanor, so he hung up out of panic.

Lane had sensed something was off with Everett; otherwise, the Lopez Corporation wouldn’t be

sending a junior secretary to handle partnership meetings, and they wouldn’t have locked down the

City Hospital. Therefore, he assumed that Everett was injured.

Lane figured Dorothy, who vanished afterwards, had gone to Everett’s side.

But Lane had never in a million years imagined that Heather, of all people, would be the mastermind

behind it all. So she really had the gall to kidnap Dorothy’s daughter… but she had sworn to him that

she wouldn’t lay a finger on Dorothy or her kids!

No wonder he couldn’t get through to Dorothy; Heather, that madwoman, must’ve spilled the beans

about him!

“Damn it, how could I be so stupid?!” Lane cursed and hurled his phone. The screen was instantly

shattered and blanking out.

Grabbing his suit jacket and car keys, he stormed over to Heather’s place.

But no one answered his relentless knocking or the doorbell, which was just like the silence he got from

calling her number.

Lane wasn’t going to stand for it. He was being sidelined before he even had a chance to act. He had a

whole plan laid out and all Heather needed to do was play along.

Driving back home, deflated, Lane saw his secretary waiting anxiously at his doorstep. She was

obviously bearing bad news.

Stepping out of the car, Lane approached, “What’s up?”

Seeing Lane, the secretary looked on the verge of tears, “I couldn’t reach you by phone, so I had to

come. Disaster struck. The president of the Lopez Corporation tanked East Star Enterprises‘ stock to

rock bottom and announced its dissolution out of the blue.”

Lane was shocked to hear what she said!

“Your shares had taken such a hit that they are not even worth a tenth of what they were when you

acquired them.”

That meant all his years of toil had evaporated overnight into meaningless numbers.

Everett played hardball by leaving him no room to breathe and aiming straight for the jugular.

“Mr. Lane, what do we do now?”

Fists clenched in fury, Lane was at the brink of rage. But then, his anger subsided a little.

He wouldn’t burn his bridges like what Heather, that moron did. If he thought it through, there had to be

a way to bite them back. hard.

Patience. His time would come.

Laid up in the hospital, Everett had to delegate much of his workload to Kevin. This unexpected

downtime gave him a rare opportunity to mentor Dorothy hands–on.

“Why the due diligence is riddled with problems every time I think I’ve done a thorough work? Is there a

way to make sure the other party doesn’t dare to decelve?” Dorothy was poring over contracts on his

laptop in search of their patterns.

“You want to know the secret?”

“Absolutely!”

Everett chuckled, “And what’s in it for me?”