After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 192

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Yolanda was about to head inside when lan dropped his little shovel and wrapped his arms around her waist from

behind. “I've got to head back to the set soon,” he said.

lan pressed a trail of soft kisses on her neck. “When do you have time? Ms. Sinclair's givingsdays off -

she’s planning to go hiking and wantsto join. She says she'll call a few others, too.”

Anyone Ms. Sinclair invited was either from Beloris* most powerful circles or one of the top directors from the

entertainment world. The fact that she wanted lan to calong-it was obvious she was planning to take him

under her wing.

Yolanda wasn’t sure how long she'd be caught up in everything with Starlight. She had a busy few days ahead.

“Let's see,” she said.

lan rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice tinged with disappointment. “Just... callwhen you're free,

okay?”

Yolanda nodded, about to step away when lan turned her around.

He pressed her back against the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window. His hands were restless, but he held

back, worried she might still be feeling the afterglow from earlier.

Yolanda was lost in lan’s kiss for what felt like ten minutes, completely swept up in the moment-until her phone

went off and snapped her out of it.

She checked her screen. It was a call from the police department.

‘That's why | told lan not to mess with Eric,’ Yolanda thought to herself. ‘Frank feels guilty about his nephew, and

if Eric gets into trouble, Frank will rush over no matter what.’

Now she owned thirty percent of the shares, with Frank holding eight. If she played this right, maybe she could

kill two birds with one stone.

The second work matters popped into her head, Yolanda cback to herself and pushed lan away.

“lan, | have to run to the police station right now. Stay focused on your scenes,” Yolanda said, giving him a quick

reassuring look before heading off.

‘No matter how much | wish she'd stay..." lan thought, ‘work always comes first for Yolanda

“Okay,” he muttered, trying to hide his disappointment.

Yolanda headed to the police station alone and found Frank already waiting for her. Everyone else in his circle

was gone now-he was the only one left standing, and he was by far the toughest nut to crack.

“Mr. Doyle,” Yolanda called out with an easy smile, extending her hand. “The police broughtup to speed— |

never expected Eric to be your nephew.”

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Frank, usually cool as a cucumber, couldn't hide the change in his expression this time. He already knew who

Yolanda was, and with Charles watching Eric like a hawk, it wasn’t looking good. If it was just attempted rape,

Eric might get a few years at most. But Charles was infamous for never showing all his cards-everyone knew he

had plenty more tricks up his sleeve.

Frank liked to think he was tough, but facing off against a business giant like Charles... he didn’t stand a

chance.

He lowered his gaze in a polite, inviting gesture. “Ms. Grant, may | have a word with you in private?”

Yolanda nodded, following him into a nearby private room.

Frank seemed a lot calmer than usual. “Ms. Grant, you probably know I'm backed by Mr. Sinclair's uncle, Edward

Sinclair. When you took Leon and Tony's shares, Edward didn’t say a word. Just a few days ago, he toldto

hold onto my shares tight-he said Charles wouldn't last much longer.”

As he spoke, Frank fixed Yolanda with a piercing stare.

Yolanda guessed Edward was still convinced Charles was feeling the effects of that drug and was only toughing it

out for now. Not to mention, Charles was supposed to sell off that plot of land he'd been clutching onto forever.

Edward had already teamed up with Cedric. The two of them were lying in wait, just looking for Charles to show

any signs of poisoning again-then they'd strike and help Edward seize the throne.

Frank was clearly testing the waters, probing for intel on what was really happening with Charles and why

Edward sounded so sure of himself.

If this all turned out to be Charles’ scheme, and Frank kept following Edward's lead, he'd end up falling into the

abyss right along with him.

Frank usually knew how to play his cards, but this time, he was testing the wrong person.

Yolanda flashed him a cool, confident smile, standing tall and looking every inch the boss. “Mr. Doyle, asking me

about Charles is pointless. What you should be asking is how many years Eric’s about to spend in prison. Did you

really think he’d only be charged with attempted rape?”

Frank's brow furrowed. ‘What else can | even do now?’ he thought, feeling utterly cornered.

With the victim being the CEO's wife, there’s nothing more he can do to help Eric. All that's left is to wait for Eric

to get out someday and make sure he has a few properties to live out the rest of his life worry-free.

Yolanda spoke lightly, but there was a calm force behind each word. “I told the police | was carrying important

Sinclair Group business secrets that day. Thanks to Eric's mess, those documents vanished. I'm convinced he

stole them. Eric and | are total strangers-he was acting on someone else’s orders, so that ‘l was just attracted to

your looks’ excuse doesn’t fly. He was after the confidential papers | had. Now they're missing, and under

national law for corporate espionage, that could mean life in prison.”

She finished speaking and gave a soft smile. “So, Mr. Doyle, don’t waste your energy worrying how to

compensate your nephew, | swear-he’s never getting out.”

Frank's face instantly changed-first blanching, then burning red. He stood there in a daze for a moment, jaw

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Sare Acolat like he didn’t matter, but he knew his late sister would never let him forget it-like a

stays on his heels. If she hadn't died, Eric never would've been cast aside so fast, never would've gone down this

path. Bottom line: Frank owed Eric, no escaping that.

He took a deep breath, and after a long pause, finally asked, “Ms. Grant, is it my eight percent you're after?”

Mr. Doyle, sharp as ever. Yolanda replied.

Prank pressed his lips together and rubbed his temples. “You know these shares were all handed to us by Sinclair

Group just to keep our sponsors sweet. Edward could look the other way when Leon and Tony lost theirs but if |

go down too, he'd be wiped out at Starlight-and you'll be next on his hit list.”

That's Charles battle, Yolanda replied, cool as ever. “Besides, I've been a target for Edward for ages anyway.”

Frank gritted his teeth, at a total loss for words. He'd never cacross a woman like Yolanda-gentle on the

surface, but tough as nails, and she saw through every move. She was unbeatable.

Figures she’s Charles wife, Frank thought. ‘I bet he taught her all the tricks.

He lost-plain and simple. Yolanda had outplayed him, and he knew it in his bones.

Frank looked at Yolanda, his voice edged with resignation and a last flicker of hope. “Ms. Grant, if | hand my

shares over to you... will Eric actually walk free? Will Charles really go along with it?”

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