Chapter 67

The middle-aged man trembled, his face pale. He had already taken $160,000 from Laura. If he betrayed her now, he would—

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"It was… it was Ms. Vivian Vanderbilt."

The bodyguard forced him to his knees, pressing the cold barrel of a gun against his temple.

The man’s muscles tensed like a drawn bowstring, his pulse hammering in his throat. One wrong move, and he’d be meeting his maker. The money didn’t matter anymore.

His lips quivered as he struggled to speak. "That night… I—I—It was—"

The sharp click of the weapon made his bladder nearly give out. "It wasn’t Ms. Vivian! B-But I swear, I don’t know who it was!"

He was telling the truth. He had no idea who the woman was. All he remembered was that Nathan Goldmann had entered the room shortly after her.

Nathan didn’t care about the rest. He had the answer he needed.

He leaned forward, his voice dangerously calm. "Six years ago, you told me it was Vivian."

"I lied!" The man’s voice cracked. "Mrs. Scott paid me $160,000 to say that! I couldn’t refuse her, but I didn’t want to cross you either!"

Nathan’s gaze darkened. "What happened to the woman?"

"I—I don’t know! Ms. Vivian said she was drunk. I checked—she was unconscious. A real beauty. Ms. Vivian brought her there to rest."

He hesitated, then added, "When she left, she handed me the room key. I thought it was strange, but she told me to give it to a real estate tycoon named Victor Baldwin. But… I messed up. I accidentally gave it to your assistant instead. I only realized the next day when I checked the records."

It hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time. But then Laura paid him to swear the woman in the room was Vivian, no matter who asked.

Nathan straightened. "You can go."

The man blinked, his legs shaking as he stood. "R-Really?"

Nathan gave him a chilling look. "Unless you’d rather stay."

The man bolted.

Oliver stepped forward. "Mr. Goldmann, should I look into Victor?"

"No. He’s irrelevant."

Finally, the truth about that night six years ago was clear.

Two days later…

Evelyn and Gregory sat in her office, finalizing the launch announcement for Soul. They had settled on the 9th of next month.

"Just like you said," Gregory mused, "Viana is a sinking ship. No new designs in years, stagnant funds. Even with Nathan Goldmann’s backing, they won’t last."

"They’ll collapse on their own," Gregory agreed, watching Evelyn.

Her eyes gleamed. "Viana’s already finished. But I want to push Soul further ahead."