Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

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Chapter 644

That made sense.

This was not Brimcrest. News would reach the Sterlings faster

than the Huttons in Jouleston.

Raymond kept his tone steady. "Don't let her contact your father

again.”

They continued to say “your father" back and forth, and neither

acknowledged him

James agreed without hesitation. "Sure. That won't be too

difficult."

Theodore had always favored Megan. Even if she had

committed murder, a few tears might have persuaded him to

help bury the body.

Although his authority had been stripped, the Hutton name still

carried weight. Out of respect for the family, people would

continue to show him deference.

That alone made Megan harder to track down.

In an unremarkable villa compound somewhere in Jouleston,

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Megan sat on a sofa in rumpled clothes. She clutched a trash

can and vomited until bile scorched her throat.

After a long while, she steadied herself and looked up at the

man seated across from her. "You were the one who had that

nurse pass me the message?"

Her original plan had been simple. She would use Theodore to

delay sentencing.

She had not expected a nurse to slip her a single sentence

during a routine blood draw at the hospital

She followed the instruction and escaped. She escaped among

the dead.

The man before her had arranged for her to hide in the morgue

and be transported out with a corpse. She did not know how

long the body had been there. The stench clung to her skin no

matter how many times she scrubbed it. Even the memory

made her stomach lurch.

Tristan regarded her as though she were already dead. "You

could say that."

Megan was no fool. She forced down another wave of nausea

and asked, "What do you want?"

She had never believed in free favors. Not even years ago, when

Theodore brought her into the Huttons and treated her like his

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own daughter. She had always believed he wanted something in

return or sought to ease his guilt.

Tristan gave a cold laugh. "What use do you think you still have?"

She froze. What use did she have now?

Diana had likely warned everyone connected to the Huttons not

to deal with her. Her bank accounts were frozen. She had no

power and no money.

Yet this sharp, calculating man had orchestrated her escape

under countless watchful eyes. He would not have done that

without understanding exactly how useless she appeared

"can't guess. Just say it.”

He did not hedge. "I want leverage over the Sterlings and

Huttons."

Her brows knit together. "Sydney?"

Her quick response caught him off guard. He had assumed she

was nothing more than an ornament. It seemed there was at

least some intelligence behind that face.

When he did not deny it, Megan let out a sudden laugh. “Sydney

really does have a lot of enemies."

Fortune had always favored that woman: good birth and a good

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man. Unfortunately, she might not live long enough to enjoy

either.

Tristan frowned but offered no explanation.

"Ten days," he said flatly. "| want results.”

"Now?" Her frown deepened. "Impossible. She just went through

an incident. Julian and the Huttons will guard her closely. No

‘one could pull it off."

She had not crawled out from among corpses only to die again.

"Fine." Tristan picked up the phone from the coffee table and

dialed three numbers without pause. “Hello? Is this the police?"