Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

I’m finding it difficult to process what Grant just said.

I stare at him, unsure if I heard him right. “She… she took the hard drives?”

He nods, scratching his chin. “Took them out, said she needed them for ‘safe-keeping, and then told me to shut off the cameras in the house whenever anyone’s at home. Until further notice, she said. So I did. You weren’t around. So I figured she was the lady of the house.”

I scoff, more to myself than to Grant. “She thinks she’s queen of everything she lays eyes on, yes. But she’s not the lady of the house, Grant. Not anymore.” My mind races, the implications of this news unfolding.

“Well,” Grant says, “either way, she took them. All the hard drives.”

“Did she say where she was taking them?”

“Nope.”

I let out a humorless laugh, unable to believe her audacity. Of course she took them-she’s always a few steps ahead, making sure there’s no proof of whatever stunt she’s planning to pull next. That woman is like a specter, lurking, quietly positioning herself in the shadows until she can make her next move.

“Did she seem… off to you?” I press, watching his face carefully.

Grant shrugs. “I mean, she’s always a little intense, but yeah. She was… different. A bit, uh, urgent, I’d say. Like she was running out of time.”

“Sounds like her,” I mutter. “So, just to confirm, you’re certain she took them out of the house?”

“Absolutely.” He frowns. “Sorry, ma’am, I thought it was all proper since she was so insistent.”

“It’s fine, Grant,” I say.

I take a deep breath, trying to process what this means. Adeline wouldn’t just take the footage without reason. She’s probably setting them on fire as we speak. Or maybe she won’t. Maybe she’s just holding onto them until all this is over. If that’s the case, it must be somewhere. The question is, where?

“Thank you, Grant,” I say, giving him a tight smile. “Do me a favor-if she comes back, let me know. In fact, if Ryan or anyone else tries to access the gate, let me know.”

Grant’s eyebrows rise again, and he nods. “Sure thing, ma’am. Anything else I can help with?”

I glance around the dimly lit control room, my eyes lingering on the banks of blank screens that used to display every angle of the house, every entry point, every hallway.

“Just one last thing,” I say. “Turn the cameras back on.”

He nods. “You got it, ma’am.”

As I walk back toward the house, my mind is racing. She wants to start a war? That’s great. I’ll give her one.

I pull into Paragon Jewels hours later and sit in my car, staring at the glass tower rising above me. This building has been the backdrop to so many of my long days and late nights-deals closed, partnerships formed, countless events that were

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supposed to mean something. Now, it just feels cold. It’s almost funny how quickly things can change.

Taking a deep breath, I reach over to the passenger seat and grab the cream-colored envelope containing my resignation letter. Just holding it makes me feel lighter, almost as if the letter itself holds the weight of all my frustration and bitterness. This is it. The end of my time here, the end of everything I’d tried to build with Ryan.

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