He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 56

Heath didn't even make a sound. His eyes rolled back, his neck snapped to the side, and he was out cold.

Yorath let go, and Heath slumped out of his wheelchair, collapsing onto the floor in a lifeless heap.

Dead silence descended upon the conference room.

Yorath was a man of the law. He was the golden standard of elite society, the civilized aristocrat, the role model for success.

A gentleman used his words, never his fists.

Yet here he was, personally delivering a knockout punch!

Dr. Elian Zouch rushed in with a medical team and immediately began examining Heath on the floor.

He glanced up at Lachlan. "Mr. Schmidt, your brother is merely unconscious. His life isn't in danger."

Lachlan casually waved the hand holding the nail clippers, entirely unfazed.

Everyone knew the ugly history. Lachlan's mother had been driven to suicide by his father's mistress.

That mistress eventually married in and gave birth to Heath.

The brothers maintained a facade of civility, but behind closed doors, each wished the other would drop dead just to get a larger slice of the inheritance.

Elian's team quickly hauled Heath's limp body out of the room.

Yorath pulled a crisp handkerchief from his pocket, elegantly wiping his knuckles clean before tucking it away and returning to his seat.

The entire sequence took barely a minute.

No one dared to breathe.

It suddenly dawned on everyone that Yorath had planned this from the very beginning.

He used Nyssa's birthday to lure them all onto a ship and sail out into international waters.

He had severed all their backup.

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