A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 843

The air crackling through the phone line was thick with lethal intent. Fairfax could clearly feel the sheer, unfiltered rage radiating from the other end.

Hearing Herbert rendered speechless by fury, Fairfax let out a low, dark chuckle. "The Yelchin family might be gone, but if you think you can kill me, Herbert... you really don't have what it takes."

Did Herbert honestly believe the games Fairfax played with Starla back in Marina City were the extent of his power? Back then, he hadn't wanted to lose his family's legacy, so he had accommodated her every demand. Furthermore, her insistence on making Darleen and the others pay such a heavy price had been hard for him to swallow. He had even briefly considered deploying his network from Cyrus Sea... but the target would have been Starla. And he couldn't bring himself to hurt her.

If it were just Herbert on the board, Fairfax would have gladly torn everything down to destroy him. But Starla was caught in the crossfire. Even after everything that had gone wrong between them, he still cared for her.

"Is that so?" Herbert challenged. "You're nothing but a hypocrite. You accuse me of lying to her, but are you really being honest with her?"

"Do you have the guts to tell her the real reason you came to Yoran Country?"

"When it comes to you, Herbert, I don't believe gratitude outweighs ambition," Fairfax countered.

Yes, Herbert owed Starla a life debt. But when that debt clashed with his own personal stakes, would he really just act out of pure gratitude? The way Fairfax saw it, Herbert's so-called "gratitude" didn't carry much weight when push came to shove.

"You talk too much." Herbert abruptly ended the call.

Rudolf arrived shortly after. Herbert climbed into the backseat, lit a cigarette, and took several long, harsh drags.

He looked through the rearview mirror. "Find him. Don't let him leave Yoran Country."

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