Chapter 1407:
As she reached the underground garage, she saw two towering figures in black suits looming beside her car. The company’s security was ironclad, making it improbable that kidnappers could infiltrate the premises.
Still, the sight of two imposing men set Yana’s nerves on edge.
Before she could speak, the men noticed her approach.
One stepped forward, his face impassive, and stated, “Ms. Gates, our CEO requests a moment of your time.”
As he spoke, the rear door of a sleek luxury car parked nearby swung open. Yana’s gaze flicked toward it instinctively—and when she saw the strikingly handsome man in the back seat, her breath caught in her throat. Her mind sparked with recognition, eyes widening. “Mr. Green?”
Gorman’s face was familiar from media interviews and viral posts praising his chiseled looks, making him instantly recognizable.
Only then did it hit her: the call she had received that afternoon wasn’t a prank. Feeling a flush of embarrassment, Yana stepped closer. “Mr. Green, may I ask why you’ve come to see me in person?”
Gorman, ever the picture of refined composure, turned slightly, his lips curling into a calculated smile. “I’d like to make you a deal.”
“What?” Yana froze, stunned.
The thought of a high-powered president seeking her out personally for a deal felt more improbable than winning the lottery.
Gorman noted her shock but remained silent, offering only a soft chuckle. Then he stated his terms clearly. “Your department recently hired a woman named Linsey Brooks, correct? I want you to ensure she leaves—by any means necessary.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “Succeed, and I’ll pay you one million dollars, along with a lucrative position at my company.”
Meanwhile, Collin arrived at a five-star hotel. Evie, Kylee’s manager, was teetering on the edge of a breakdown, but the sight of Collin brought a flicker of relief.
“Mr. Riley, thank God you’re here! I was about to lose it—ready to jump out a window!” Evie exclaimed, her voice thick with theatrical despair.
Collin ignored the melodrama and asked coldly, “Where is she?”
“Still in the bathroom. My people are trying to talk Kylee down from doing something reckless,” Evie replied, exhaling heavily.
Without another word, Collin wheeled himself toward the bathroom.
The door stood ajar, and as he entered, Kylee’s condition was painfully clear. She was curled up in the bathtub, clad in a bathrobe, her damp hair a tangled mess. Her face was deathly pale, stripped of its usual vibrancy, leaving her looking utterly broken.
Two assistants knelt beside her—one frantically trying to soothe her, the other scrubbing at bloodstains on the floor and in the tub.
“Mr. Riley is here!”
The assistant cleaning the blood spotted Collin first, her voice ringing with relief.
Kylee, who had been lying listlessly in the tub, seemed to come alive at the words. She bolted upright, a spark reigniting in her.
