Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

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Chapter 645

Megan's body went rigid. In the next instant, she shot to her feet.

"Ill do it. I'll find a way."

When she looked at Tristan now, only caution remained in her

eyes.

She had almost forgotten that she no longer belonged to the

Hutton family. She had no leverage left. If he had rescued her for

this purpose, then the moment she failed, he could send her

back without hesitation.

Tristan lifted his gaze and studied her for a long moment before

sliding his phone into his pocket. "That's better. Smart people

know when to bend.”

Megan clenched her fists. After a brief pause, she asked ina

steady voice, "Do you want Sydney dead?"

“Do you want the answer to be 'I do'?" he returned casually.

Of course she did. Otherwise, why would she go to such

lengths? Not merely to avoid going back to jail.

“If you do, even better," she said.

Tristan showed no surprise. He arched his brow. "I do."

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The last time, he had shown her mercy, and she had taken

advantage of it. There would not be a second chance.

Megan exhaled slowly. After weighing her options, she said, "

This won't be easy. | need time.”

"Ten days." His tone hardened. "Not a minute more."

She had no choice but to nod.

With his objective secured, Tristan did not linger. He left men

behind to watch her and headed for the door.

Just before he stepped outside, she called after him. "Who

exactly are you?”

He paused but did not turn. "Who | am won't change the

outcome."

Then he walked away.

She understood. His identity was none of her business.

The luxury car disappeared down the driveway. Two

plainclothes men stood guard at the entrance, unmoving.

She could not escape. Even if she tried, they would catch her

within minutes.

For now, this house was the safest place she could be. But how

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was she supposed to accomplish this in ten days?

Sydney was no fool. After what had happened, Julian and the

Huttons would guard her closely. Opportunities would be rare.

A calculating light flickered in Megan's eyes. After careful

thought, she walked toward the door.

One of the guards stepped forward. "Please return."

"| just need to borrow a phone," she said calmly. "| have to make

acall.”

The two men exchanged a glance. One handed her a spare

phone.

"No tricks."

“Relax.” She offered no further explanation. She returned to the

living room and dialed a number from memory.

The call connected quickly.

"Who is this?"

"It's me. Megan.”

"You?" The voice on the other end rose, shrill with rage. "You

have the nerve to call me? Weren't you arrested? Why haven't

they executed you...”

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Megan pulled the phone slightly from her ear and waited for the

outburst to subside. When the shouting stopped, she spoke

evenly and ignored every insult. "There's an opportunity to have

Sydney killed. Do you want it?"

A brief silence ensued.

Then the voice on the other end cooled at once. "What

opportunity?”