Chapter 485
Gabriel poured a generous glass of whiskey for Gideon, sliding it over with a sly grin. “Come on, Gideon, let’s toast to your upcoming takeover of the Baker Group!”
“Absolutely, this calls for a celebration!” Fleur chimed in, her excitement barely contained.
“When we’ve got that witch by the ropes, she won’t dare defy us. It’ll all be under our control!” Fleur said with a wicked glint in her eye.
“Whatever we want, she’ll have to give it to us!” Gabriel added, raising his glass. “As long as Silas listens to her, we can pull her strings without breaking a sweat.”
Once Gideon seizes control of the Baker Group, their family would be the most powerful around. Fleur was already envisioning a future where they’d oust Silas and live the high life. With a confident smile, she turned to Gabriel. “Bro, rest assured, once Gideon is in charge, he won’t forget what you’ve done for him. You’re his uncle, after all. He’ll treat you right!”
Gabriel nodded, furrowing his brow. “I’ve always known Gideon was a smart kid. If it weren’t for Silas, he’d already be running the Baker family!”
“And Eamon Baker was a fool to hand the reins to an outsider!” Gabriel scoffed. “Silas is a Myers, not a Baker!” Fleur let out a cold laugh. “The old man will realize his mistake soon enough. He’ll see how brilliant Gideon can be, and he’ll regret not recognizing his potential.”
She poured herself a drink, sipping it gracefully, a smirk never leaving her face.
Gabriel clinked his glass with Gideon’s, and though Gideon felt a twinge of unease, his mother and uncle’s words were convincing. He believed they were right. Calliope, Silas, and even his grandfather were to blame for his misfortune. Especially Calliope–was she really using him?
The thought boiled his blood. He downed his drink in one swift motion, just as the sound of a car engine roared from outside.
The three of them turned toward the door.
“That was fast,” Fleur remarked to her brother. “Your guys sure know how to get things done quickly.”
Gabriel chuckled, leaning back. “I train my people well. None of them are slouches. They know I like things done swiftly, so they don’t waste time. If they’re back, it means they’ve got her, and there’s no problem with the photos.”
“Perfect!” Fleur crossed her legs, a malevolent smile playing on her lips.
Gideon remained silent, his gaze fixed on the door. He was waiting for Calliope to be dragged in, eager to see her humiliated and begging for mercy. The thought of her on her knees was intoxicating, a sweet revenge for the humiliation she had subjected him to.
The door swung open, and the bodyguard who had taken a beating from Calliope stumbled inside, still looking a bit dazed. He had been sick outside, but at Calliope’s insistence, he kept his head down as he entered.
Calliope followed closely behind him. Her clothes were immaculate, her hair perfectly in place, and she seemed untouched–as if nothing had happened at all.
