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“Mr. Doyle, you've got no other options right now. You'll just have to trust me, Yolanda said.

Frank had never been made to feel so powerless before-not even when facing Edward Sinclair. He took a deep

breath, forcing down all the frustration inside him.

“Alright. | believe in your integrity, Ms. Grant. I'll sign the transfer papers-just promiseyou'll let Eric go.

When he’s released, I'll make sure he’s sent abroad,” he said.

Yolanda'’s lips curved into a faint smile as she pulled out the share transfer documents she'd prepared in

advance.

Frank saw what she was doing and instantly knew she’d cready for this. He almost spat blood in anger, his

hand shaking as he gripped the

pen.

After signing his name, Frank gave Yolanda a long, heavy look.

“The CEO's Wife | heard about never liked going out, had a terrible relationship with Mr. Sinclair, and was just a

prop for a business union. You're nothing like the rumors.”

“People change,” Yolanda replied simply.

She slipped the signed documents into her bag, turned on her heel, and got into the car. “I'll convince Charles to

let Eric go within a week.”

“Then I'll leave it to you, Ms. Grant,” Frank replied.

Don’t make Yolanda your enemy, Frank told himself. ‘Whatever ace | have up my sleeve, it’s only good for

keepingalive.”

Once back in the car, Yolanda snapped a pic of the signed transfer papers and sent it to Jason.

[It’s done.]

Jason didn’t reply-not that she expected him to. He was probably still glued to his computer, lost in all that

data.

Getting Charles to let Eric Long go wouldn't be easy. Yolanda knew she’d have to schstep by step, no

rushing allowed.

Plus, she couldn't let her guard down around Edward Sinclair-who knew when he’d strike back out of nowhere?

Edward might be no big deal himself, but those two sons of his? They were the real sharks in the water, and

anyone facing them had better tread carefully.

From the moment Edward Sinclair started targeting her, Yolanda was already tangled up in the Sinclair family’s

power games. Escape was out of the question.

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It was simple: either rise above these people and reap the benefits, or get shattered to pieces with nothing left.

Charles always thought she was obedient, and the Grant family just saw her as someone easy to take advantage

of. But Yolanda was about to prove to them all that her ambitions went far beyond anything they could imagine.

Leaning back in her seat, Yolanda pulled up her chat with Andrew Sinclair.

Andrew, Edward Sinclair's youngest son, had never really left much of an impression on Yolanda. Ever since she

was brought into the Grant family at age ten, she'd been forced to attend endless parties-and every now and

then, she’d catch sight of Andrew hanging around in the background.

He was always alone, quiet, almost distant-even his own brother Xavier didn’t seem close to him. But what set

Andrew apart wasn't just the isolation. He was the type to take pleasure in hurting small animals; there was a

twisted, cruel streak in him that made Yolanda’s skin crawl.

She'd caught him in the act, killing cats and birds-the pampered pets of society ladies. And nobody would ever

pin it on Andrew. Kids couldn’t possibly be that ruthless, right?

People chalked it up to him being just an odd, silent kid. Before long, even the other children started avoiding

him, whispering that he was bad news-the weird, creepy one you didn’t want to hang around with.

Yolanda never bothered talking to him; she was always trailing after Charles, the only one who caught her eye.

Other men simply didn’t exist in her world.

But when she married Charles, Andrew did something rare-he cover and raised a glass, actually calling. her

“sister-in-law.”

Whenever she heard him say that, it always freaked Yolanda out just a little inside, like someone had walked over

her grave.

Afterwards, Andrew vanished from the scene. Word was, he got mixed up in sforbidden deals and Wyatt

personally sent him away for “reformation.”

Yolanda was thinking about Andrew now, since if there was anyone in the Sinclair family that Charles truly

couldn't tolerate, it was him.

Charles hated Andrew so much, all it took was one word from him a few years back-and Andrew got booted

straight out of the house.

Wyatt had doted on Charles since he was a kid, and Charles definitely knew how to handle things. So anyone

who dared get on his nerves-including Richard Sinclair-were kicked out one way or another.

Once Yolanda was back at Moonbay Estate, she sat for a while, eyelashes lowered, running every possibility

through her mind before finally working up the nerve to text Andrew.

[When are you coming back?]

But the moment she sent it, nerves hit-she unsent the message within seconds and sent another instead. [Sorry,

sent that by accident.]

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It there was anyone who could piss Charles off in no time, it had to be Andrew. Why? Because Andrew had slept

with Joelle Monroe Maybe it was an accident, but for Charles, that was a line nobody should ever cross -a sore

spot that'd haunt him forever.

Besides, Andrew was downright insufferable.

Andrew didn’t waste a second. He screenshotted Yolanda’s first message and sent it straight to Charles,

Cousin. I've been gone for two years and your wife's still this concerned about me? What, is she planning to be

like Joelle-already got her mind stuck onand hoping I'll let her spread her legs fortoo?]

Charles’s expression instantly darkened the moment he saw Andrew's message. Without hesitating, he called

Yolanda right away

“Did you just message Andrew?” he asked, his voice tight.

Yolanda sounded nervous. “Yes, | did-but | actually meant to send it to you. | pressed the wrong chat by

accident.”

She immediately took a screenshot of her chat window and sent it to him.

Hardly anyone knew about Andrew sleeping with Joelle Monroe. Yolanda only found out by chance, catching a

snippet of Charles whispering over the phone. All those times Andrew nearly got killed, every hitman lurking for

him overseas? Every single one was sent by Charles.

If Andrew was suffering, then he was damn sure going to make Charles suffer too-an eye for an eye.

So why hadn’t Andrew broadcasted to the world that he’d slept with Joelle? Simple: he was crazy about her,

obsessively, secretly-his love was the kind that burned hot and twisted in the shadows.

Yolanda was purposefully throwing Andrew and Charles back into the ring, hell-bent on letting chaos reign in the

Sinclair family. The messier things got, the easier it was for her to make her move.

She thrived on turmoil-only in the thick of the chaos could she snatch the kind of opportunities she was

after

Charles’s expression stayed ice-cold, because he knew Andrew was more than just Joelle’'s crazed fan-he was a

bona fide stalker, the kind that gave anyone the creeps.

That's why Charles was so paranoid ever since Joelle cback-when it cto Andrew, nothing was off- limits

Everyone thought Andrew was still out of the country, but ever since Joelle’s return, he'd popped right back up

too-like her own personal shadow.

Wherever Joelle showed up, you could bet Andrew was lurking nearby, practically glued to her side.

It was Charles's slip-up that let Andrew get his way with Joelle once before-and now, he was haunting her every

step like srelentless ghost that wouldn't let go.

Charles’s patience snapped-seeing Andrew’s screenshot just pissed him off even more.

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Charles sacked in a breath grising out. Dost delete him.”

Babe, don’t get mad. I've already delened him. | only even added him that t| went to look after Granda”

Yolanda sand trying to soothe him

Charles yanked at his te, about to say something when Joelle called him

“Charles, my script readings about to start, but | keep feeling like someone's following me. Lately, my car tires

keep getting slashed. | have to meet the directors tonight, and it probably be late. Honestly, I'm kind of freaked

out Joelle sand

Back then only Joelle and Charles knew the whole story about her and Andrenc

Charles was the perir gender-babe secret locked rgy And Andrea well be was wild one, but at least be wast the

kind who'd ever cross any Ines with her. While she was overseas Andrew basically

ed in her own personal enforcer, zlays inhing to throw down for her.

Joelle always knew he was shadowding ber, acanthing out for ber-even if she acted like she didn’t have a clue.

And whenever someone decided to mess with her, they'd end up laging home, courtesy of Andrew's fists.

That's how she blaned through everything ring fast and never looking back. With Andrew harking in her corner

and her then-boyfriend-a total sweetheart with all kinds of Hollywood connections-she pretty mach had a golden

ticket. The guy was so trusting he’d buy into every single word she said

Protected by those two, Joelle barely had to lift a Enger abroad-life was almost too easy,

Joelle kept pretending she didn’t know a thing about Andrew lurking in the background-even after coming

back home. She was fully aware that creepy psycho had trailed her all the way from overseas

It was the perfect excuse for her to stir things up. Besides, with Charles still feeling responsible for what

happened back then, he'd been guarding her like a hawk ever since.

“Charles, | get it if you're busy, really.. Joelle said, her voice soft and understanding

Charles leaned back in his seat, voice gentle. “So, where's the script meeting tonight?”

Joelle couldn't help but smile, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes.

“It’s happening at Evercrest Manor. Your Aunt Simone’s the one pulling the strings-she and sdirectors have

already reviewed the script, and they really think it has potential. Later, you better vouch forwhen you see

her, she teased

Simone had never really liked her.