Veronica's POV
"So this is Warren's dirty game?"
A cold smile spread across my lips.
"Perfect! The timing couldn't be better!"
I had no clue who'd sent me this intel, but these revelations were pure gold.
Warren, you're finished! Let's see who'll be crawling on their knees now!
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The Sinclair family patriarch Warren sat with his wife, son, and extended family in their main residence, all waiting for the Nelson woman to arrive with her tail between her legs.
Winnie had dressed for the occasion, knowing they'd record every humiliating second for the world to see. She had to look the part of the untouchable matriarch.
Checking her watch, Winnie frowned. "Where is she? Don't tell me Veronica's chickening out."
Warren stroked his mustache, radiating official authority. "I've squeezed the Nelson hard enough. She wouldn't dare skip this."
"I'll check the entrance," the butler offered.
Minutes later, he returned with their guest.
"She's here!" someone announced.
