Year Five The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 154

Everyone understood now.

So that’s why—she was the heiress to a powerful corporation. No wonder her moods swung so wildly.

Amy left the police station with Grady at her side. She walked; he followed close behind, step for step.

Once they slid into the back of a cab, Amy pulled out her phone and quietly searched the web for “how long do you go to prison for ordering someone’s murder.”

“Hey, sis? Back there, when I was holding the chair, I almost did it. I nearly pulled it off, but too many people grabbed me,” Grady explained, his head drooping with disappointment. He pressed his lips together, then looked up, trying to comfort her. “Please don’t be upset, okay? If not this time, then next time—I’ll make it work. I promise.”

He said it with the utmost sincerity.

Amy’s eyelashes trembled. She switched off her phone and turned her face to the window, watching the city blur by, refusing to look at Grady.

……

When Silvia got home, she called Kent.

His deep voice came through the line. “Did you sign the papers?”

He sounded as if he already knew everything.

Even just a few words from him, even over the phone, carried that natural air of authority and pressure.

Silvia sighed. “Yeah. You knew ahead of time?”

“The day it happened, I had someone look into it. Found out Grady and Amy are siblings. Remember when Amy asked you to run that errand for her? That’s when I called the police.” Kent paused, then continued, “Are you angry I made the call for you?”

Originally, Kent had planned to tell Silvia everything.

But before he got the chance, Silvia had already left for Opal Ridge Retreat.

Left with no other choice, Kent made the report himself and didn’t tell her until afterward.

He worried she’d think he was meddling.

But one thing was clear.

Their conversation hadn’t sounded like two friends chatting. It was more like an employer talking to her subordinate.

Now, Silvia couldn’t help but wonder if this whole mess was orchestrated by Vianne, with Amy just playing her part.

If she was mistaken, and she’d wasted Amy’s time, then she owed her an apology. She would never shirk her responsibilities.

After hanging up, Silvia leaned back on the sofa and was about to open her company files when her phone rang again.

It was Amy.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, thought for a moment, then pressed the record button before answering.

“Minister, are you ready? Have you found a good lawyer and prepared for a lawsuit?”