Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 613

River set his water glass onto the nightstand, his thumb slowly tracing the rim of the glass.

Last night in that VIP booth, he had suffered the most humiliating ordeal of his entire life.

Those four or five heavily perfumed women had treated him like a cheap gigolo, pinning him to the sofa and practically tearing the clothes right off his body.

If it hadn't been for his hidden security detail realizing something was wrong and sending a club waiter to 'accidentally' barge into the room, he never would have made it off that couch.

But the damage was done. By the time they dragged him out, he had been essentially stripped.

His designer shirt was shredded, his belt ripped clean off, and some unhinged woman had left deep, bloody scratch marks across his collarbone.

When had River Sterling ever suffered a loss like this?!

"Let it go? Not a chance. The show is just getting started..."

River's lips curled up, though his eyes remained utterly devoid of warmth. "Besides... Nora has no idea who I really am."

He looked down at his hand, methodically twisting the plain silver ring on his thumb. A dark chuckle escaped his throat. "Women like her, the ones who have spent their whole lives being overprotected by powerful men... they're the easiest targets to manipulate."

And as for Hudson Lancaster?

Hudson had only climbed to the top of the food chain because he was born into the Lancaster empire.

If River had been handed those exact same resources, he would have done just as well, if not better.

Stealing The Ivory Pill right out from under Hudson's nose was absolute proof of that.

He was going to show the entire world that River Sterling was superior to Hudson Lancaster in every way.

And the Lancaster family only had room for one true king.

It was going to be him.

Once Hudson was dead, he wouldn't just take the Lancaster Group. He was going to take Nora, too.

Everything that belonged to Hudson Lancaster would eventually be his.

...

Meanwhile, at the Lancaster Group headquarters.

Arthur stood respectfully in front of Hudson's desk, delivering a full report on Lawrence Lancaster's stunt of blocking Olive's car earlier that morning.

"Leon Miller is dead?"

Hudson frowned. "How? Did you verify it?"

Arthur nodded quickly. "A sudden car crash a few days ago. Died on impact."

He paused, his voice dropping into a graver tone. "More importantly, I dug into it and found that all of Leon Miller's assets were completely transferred to Lawrence's name right before he died."

Hudson let out a cold laugh. He knew exactly what was going on.

He had ordered his men to hunt down Leon Miller for years without a single lead. The man had practically vanished off the face of the earth. It turned out Lawrence had been hiding him the entire time, fattening him up like a pig for the slaughter.

Recently, thanks to Silas Lancaster's massive failure, Lawrence's entire underground network in Chicago had been systematically dismantled. He had taken a massive financial hit.

So, coming back to the country now, Lawrence had likely slaughtered several of these 'fat pigs' to rebuild his war chest.

"Boss, with Lawrence coming back into the country..."

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