Chapter 759

Bennett studied Evelyn's expression carefully before continuing.

"The killer's wife and their terminally ill daughter have been causing scenes at Zenith Corp's headquarters."

His jaw tightened.

"They refuse to leave. The wife claims we ruined their lives by imprisoning her husband, leaving them destitute."

Her voice dripped with ice. "They have the audacity to demand compensation from us?"

Disgust twisted her features.

"The murderer plays victim while his family extorts money at our doorstep?"

Bennett exhaled sharply. "Employees can barely enter the building without attracting crowds. Security's hands are tied."

He rubbed his temple.

"Jonathan Reeves gave them twenty grand to leave, but it backfired. Now they return daily, smelling blood."

A muscle ticked in Evelyn's jaw.

"This circus jeopardizes the entire Pacific Heights Project. If rumors spread, we risk losing everything."

Silence stretched between them.

Evelyn's nails bit into her palms. She'd nearly died that night—how dare they demand reparations?

Money meant nothing to her, but she'd burn it all before rewarding extortion.

"Police involvement?"

Bennett nodded grimly. "Multiple reports filed. But with the trial pending and a cancer-stricken child involved..."

His mouth flattened.

"Authorities issued warnings, nothing more. Leonard Whitmore warned public backlash could sink Sandford's development plans."

Evelyn's laugh held no humor. "Convenient how responsibility always lands in our lap."

Legal boundaries shackled their options. One misstep would cost them the project.

These parasites knew it.

She inhaled sharply. "Alexander's solution?"

"Postponing groundbreaking until..." Bennett hesitated. "The daughter's prognosis gives her three months max. Once sentencing occurs, public sentiment shifts in our favor."

Currently, any confrontation risked painting Sterling Enterprises as heartless tycoons crushing desperate widows.

Alexander's patience was strategic.

Evelyn's gaze turned calculating. "Project launch date?"

"Seven days."

Her mind raced through scenarios, discarding options until—

A cold smile curved her lips.

"Schedule a media conference for opening day. Sandford's been waiting years for this development."

Her eyes gleamed with lethal clarity.

"Let's give those vultures the spotlight they crave."