Chapter 244
Chapter 244:
“Dosha has a daughter,” Dallas said, pulling back slightly to look at her. “Cathey p>
Eliza frowned. The name tugged at something. “Cathey Norton? The intern in Marketing at S&D p>
“Yes.” Dallas nodded. “My half-sister. Ferd brought her into the company quietly last month. He thinks I don’t know p>
“So the mistress won,” Eliza said quietly. “She got her daughter in p>
𝗙o𝗅𝗹o𝘸 𝘂ѕ o𝗻
“Not yet,” Dallas said, his expression hardening. “I tolerate Cathey because she’s innocent — she doesn’t know her mother is a viper. But Dosha is still pulling strings from the shadows p>
“Does Ferd know Dosha faked the fall?” Eliza asked.
“He doesn’t care,” Dallas sighed, leaning back against the seat. “He wanted me gone. I was too observant. I saw his sins. I was the mirror he didn’t want to look into p>
“We need allies,” Eliza said. “If Ferd is backing Cathey, he might try to replace you. Or undermine you p>
“He can’t replace me — I have the shares,” Dallas said. “But he can make life miserable. Freeze assets. Ruin our reputation p>
“We need Gigi,” Eliza said.
Dallas looked at her. “Gigi p>
“Your grandmother. The one whose ring I’m wearing,” Eliza said. “Jeannine mentioned her. She seemed… respectful of her p>
“She keeps a penthouse in the city, but she spends most of her time in Florida,” Dallas said. “Weston’s intel says she flew back last week but told my father she was still away. She hates the cold — but she hates his incompetence more p>
“Call her,” Eliza urged. “Tell her everything. Tell her about Dosha. About the lie p>
“She might not listen. She loves the family image,” Dallas said, skeptical.
“She loves the family,” Eliza insisted. “And you are the family. You are the heir she wanted p>
Dallas looked at her. A slow smile spread across his face. “You want to summon the Matriarch p>
“I want to win,” Eliza said. “For us. For the little boy on the stairs p>
Dallas kissed her cheek. “Okay. I’ll call Gigi p>
Later that evening, in the library of the Koch Estate.
Jeannine walked in looking like a ghost, her perfect hair slightly undone.
Ferd was drinking scotch by the fire. “Did you buy her off p>
“No,” Jeannine said hollowly. “And Dallas knows. About Dosha’s fall. He told me the truth p>
Ferd went still. “He knows nothing p>
“He knows she jumped, Ferd.” Jeannine looked at her husband with pure, exhausted loathing. “He knows there was no baby. He knows we sacrificed him for nothing p>
“It doesn’t matter,” Ferd said, waving a dismissive hand. “He is still the Omen. He is still trouble p>
The phone on the heavy oak desk rang — the private house line. Only family had that number.
Ferd frowned and picked it up. “Hello p>
A voice boomed through the receiver — raspy, commanding, and loud enough that Jeannine could hear every word from across the room.
“Ferdinand! Prepare the guest suite. I’m coming home p>
Ferd’s glass slipped from his hand. It hit the hearth and shattered.
“Mother?” he whispered.