On it was the conversation from the hospital.
My pleas for her to stop, her delusional declarations.
After listening, Silas frowned.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Mr. Finch, you heard it yourself,” I said, my hands open in a gesture of surrender.
“I’ve tried to talk sense into her.”
“She is hell–bent on this path, on provoking Mr. Croft.”
“I can’t stop her.”
I took a breath.
“I need you to convey this to Mr. Croft.”
“When my sister finally pushes him too far, and he decides to… deal with her, please, do not let his anger extend to me.”
In a few seconds, Silas’s expression shifted from disdain to surprise.
I couldn’t tell if it was my words or my cold detachment from my own sister that shocked him.
I hated having to do this, to air our filthy laundry in front of this powerful man.
Having a sister like Jenna was a profound humiliation.
But my life was more important than my pride.
In my past life, I had actually considered helping her.
But my research into Donovan Croft revealed a terrifying reality.
He wasn’t just new money; he was a tenth–generation aristocrat, a true scion of an empire. He had limitless resources, and his temper was legendary.
I’d heard a story about someone who had pestered him relentlessly.
He’d had them sent abroad.
When they returned, they were missing most of their internal organs. Silas, ever the professional, recovered quickly.
“I will pass on your message to Mr. Croft.”
“Is there anything else?”
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I hesitated.
“The head of security at his estate.”
“I believe his last name is Liu.”
“He’s not trustworthy.”
“He might sell my sister information about Mr. Croft’s whereabouts.” He sold more than that.
He was the one who sold her the specimen.
But saying that out loud would make me sound as insane as her.
Silas might think it was all part of a more elaborate trap.
Silas nodded curtly.
“Noted.”
“Thank you.”
As he turned to leave, I called out to him one last time.
“Mr. Finch… my parents died when we were young.”
“My sister and I… we were all each other had.”
“If there ever comes a day when Mr. Croft is truly angered by her…” He narrowed his eyes.
“You want me to plead for her?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“I want you to film it for me.”
“I want to see her downfall with my own eyes.”
Silas froze.
A moment later, a genuine, startling laugh escaped him.
His smile was disarming.
He was handsome, almost unnaturally so.
I couldn’t fathom how my sister, seeing a man like this, could still believe Donovan Croft would ever look at her.
Just as I was about to leave, a familiar voice pierced the lobby’s quiet hum.
“I’m here to see Donovan Croft.”
It was Jenna.
The receptionist smiled politely.
“Do you have an appointment, miss?”
“No,” Jenna said, her tone belligerent.
“Go ask Donovan Croft if he remembers what happened in that hotel room a week ago.” “Tell him he can’t just sleep with me and then pretend I don’t exist.”
“There are consequences!”
Her shriek turned heads.
People stared at her like she was a zoo animal.
I shrank behind a large potted plant, praying no one would notice the striking resemblance between my face and the lunatic making a scene.
Silas, who hadn’t left yet, walked over.
“Miss Jenna Rowe, could we speak privately for a moment?”
His intention was clearly to de–escalate,
