Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 444

Clayton fell silent for a long moment, eyes fixed on Alicia as if his interest had suddenly been piqued. “And what exactly do you mean by ‘collaboration’?” he asked.

Alicia leaned in, her lips almost brushing his ear as she whispered, “I know who the real heir to the White family is.”

A flicker of shock flashed across Clayton’s face. He regarded Alicia with a fresh wariness.

So Tyrone was right—Alicia was never the obedient girl everyone thought she was.

Nicole’s true identity had been kept under tight wraps, secrets closely guarded from top to bottom. Yet Alicia had managed to piece it together.

“Your grandfather must have made sure the real Ms. White is set up for success,” Alicia said, her gaze unwavering. “He’s given her all the leverage she needs.”

Clayton sat in silence, then a slow, knowing smile crept onto his face.

There was a hint of threat in Alicia’s words—he could hear it plainly.

In her eyes, he caught a flash of distrust, caution, a veiled warning, and just a trace of challenge.

With a fortune as vast as the White family’s at stake, Alicia didn’t believe for a second that Clayton could remain indifferent.

If the real Ms. White never returned, and with Brandon White and Jade already out of the picture, then everything the White family owned would one day belong to Clayton.

But if Ms. White did come home, Clayton would never be more than the loyal “watchdog” Reginald had trained to serve his granddaughter.

The choice was obvious to anyone: Be the dog, or become the master.

That’s why Alicia didn’t trust him. Or perhaps, she simply couldn’t see through him.

She could read Vincent like an open book, but Clayton was a different story.

“What does Ms. White want from me?” Clayton finally relented.

Over the years, many had tried to sway him, urging him to betray Reginald, to turn his back on the White family. Clayton had never budged—until now. For the first time, he felt the threat that a woman like Alicia could pose.

He doubted she was bluffing. If she sensed the family was about to be stolen away again, she just might burn it all down.

After all, Reginald had paved every road for Alicia’s father, laying a solid foundation for her to stand on.

Alicia leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need your help, Mr. Holloway. It’s time for a little performance.”

She wanted Clayton to use his charm to get close to Natalia, keep an eye on Shaw, dig into his true motives—and, at the same time, make everyone believe that, with Reginald gravely ill, Clayton was planning to turn traitor.

That way, whoever was pulling the strings would have no choice but to reveal themselves and approach Clayton directly—after all, he was the biggest fish in the White family pond.