The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 687

In Esmond's world, he had always been the one others disappointed. When had he ever cared about the expectations of a discarded pawn?

Now that he finally had solid confirmation and had even gathered fresh data from the side effects ravaging Regina's body, Esmond immediately went back to report to the boss and await his next instructions.

"So it really is in that girl's hands. I suspected as much. We just never had concrete proof."

The man behind the scenes looked unsurprised, as if he had seen through everything long ago, carrying himself with an airy, all-knowing composure.

"Yes. Should we send people to take it back?" Esmond asked respectfully.

His posture and tone now were nothing like the way he had spoken to Regina.

In front of this man, he was the picture of deference.

"Amelia isn't like everyone else. It won't be that easy to snatch it. We probably don't even know where she's hiding it."

The man seemed unusually familiar with Amelia, certain she had concealed the item too well to be easily discovered.

Sending people to grab it in broad daylight, or sneaking into her home to search in secret—both were bad options.

There was a high chance she would notice and be alerted.

"Once she senses our intentions, with her personality, she'll either hide it even deeper … or destroy it outright."

A trace of wariness slipped into his voice as his fingers tapped lightly against the desk in a steady rhythm.

"And we need to retrieve it—or destroy it—quickly. If she manages to reverse-engineer the formula or improve it, all the experiments we've conducted so far will be for nothing."

He was genuinely wary of Amelia, knowing she was a rare genius—especially in pharmaceutical research, where few could rival her.

Esmond frowned slightly, confused. "So … what are you saying, Boss?"

He truly couldn't see a way to get something from someone as sharp as Amelia if they couldn't steal it or search for it.

"Steal? That's too crude." The man chuckled softly, calm and calculating. "Just bring the person here."

"You mean kidnap Amelia directly?"

"Mm. Don't forget, she has Jeremy behind her."

That man was no easy target either, having perfectly inherited the strengths of Whitney and Hendrick.

He wasn't someone to underestimate.

Unfortunately for him, Jeremy was hopelessly in love—just like his short-lived father.

Back then, if Hendrick hadn't been so devoted to Whitney, capturing him wouldn't have been nearly so easy.

And Jeremy had clearly inherited that same weakness from his father.

Anyone with even a bit of perception in their circle could see how deeply Jeremy loved Amelia.

For her, he wouldn't just hand over one item—he'd probably give up his entire fortune, even his life, without hesitation.

The man's eyes brimmed with contempt for someone so blinded by love, yet also with absolute confidence in his plan.

"So … when do we move? Should I start arranging people in advance?" Esmond asked eagerly.

"No rush." The man remained unusually steady. "Amelia's been acting more cautiously lately, and Jeremy guards her like she's made of glass.

"I'll handle this personally. Just wait for my instructions."

For something this important, there could be no room for error.

If they failed once, finding another opportunity would be infinitely harder.

So this time, he would step in himself.

Jordan Estate.

Ever since the tumor that was the fake "Sabrina" had been removed, the atmosphere in the Jordans' household had grown noticeably warmer and more harmonious.

It just went to show—if you left a single rotten apple in the house, it spoiled everything.