Chapter 194


    Chapter 194 To the Police Station to Find Moore


    “Nope, just a chat with a pal,” Sweety deflected, a hint of weariness in her voice. “Let’s not go there. It’s


    late. Go freshen up, the bed’s calling.”


    She steered me off the balcony and nudged me toward the bathroom. The night had crept up on us,


    and her reluctance to talk was clear as day. I let it be for now.


    Maxwell was out of town, and with him gone, there was nob*dy else at Scott Corporation to deal with


    the endless stream of issues. I could not even think about cking off. I had to get to the office bright


    and early. Marcus was already there, waiting to dump a mountain of paperwork on my desk.


    I stared at the pile, feeling the onset of a headache, and rubbed my temples. Marcus lingered,


    prompting me to ask, “Something else on your mind, Marcus?”


    After a brief pause, he nodded. “Miss Moore’s arrest has hit the inte, and it’s blowing up big time.


    !!


    I frowned, acknowledging the news. “So, Scott Corporation is under the microscope, and someone’s


    stirring the pot with this?”


    “Exactly! The stock’s taken a hit, it’s all over the ce. But here’s the kicker,” he said, handing me a


    document, “I got awyer’s letter this morning about the Scotts‘ estate. Miss Moore’swyered up, and


    they’re demanding you hand over her full inheritance and shares, or she’s going to court.”


    I bit my l*p, staying silent. So Moore’s first move after getting nabbed was not to deal with the cops


    about Noah’s death, but toe after the inheritance?


    Dad had been gone a while, and she had been silent up till now. At first, when Scott Corporation was


    on the brink of copse from all the missing money, she did not want to get involved, probably to avoid


    taking on the debts. Now that we were getting back on our feet, she was ready to rumble. I was not


    curious, just caught off guard that she had hit me with a legal challenge now of all times.


    I nced at thewyer’s letter peeking out of the envelope and told Marcus, “Got it. I’m on it. You go


    handle your business.”


    Marcus nodded, his feet carrying him a few steps toward the exit before he spun around, a question


    burning in his eyes. “So, what’s the game n for this mess?”


    I let out a sigh, the truth heavy on my tongue. “The whole inheritance thing? It’s not just up to me. I


    have to run it by my mom. Moore was her and dad’s adoptee, and if ites down to splitting the


    inheritance, Moore’s got as much legal im to it as I do.”


    Understanding flickered in Marcus’s eyes, and without another word, he took off.


    Moore’s sudden grab for the inheritance was like a curveball from left field. If she was dead set on


    carving up Scott Corporation’s shares, it would slice through dad’s legacy. A smaller slice of the pie for


    me meant k*ssing my veto power goodbye on the big decisions at Scott Corp.


    Dad had fought tooth and nail to keep that control. Through all the storms Scott Corp weathered, he


    Chapter 194 To the Police Station to Find Moore


    never cashed out even a single share. Even when the chips were down and we needed cash, he clung


    to the reins with that iron grip.


    The more I stewed over it, the more my head spun.


    I had been cooped up in the office all morning, but I could not shake it off. I made my way to the police


    station.


    Moore’s rap sheet was set in stone; all that was left was the gavel drop at trial. She was cooling her


    heels in a cell, and I had given Officer Jackson the heads–up I wasing.


    Stepping into the station, Jackson was there to meet me, his face serious. “Ms. Scott, you’ve arrived.”


    I nodded, catching the hint of something more behind his greeting. With a small smile, I asked, ‘ Officer


    Jackson, it’s been ages. Everything good with you?”


    He cracked a smile, the tension easing a bit. “The usual drill, Ms. Scott. Can we chat for a second?”


    I gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.


    In Officer Jackson’s office, he handed me a ss of water before diving into the heart of the matter. I’ve


    pretty much got the whole picture about your sister’s case. She’s been stirring up trouble and even got


    her hands dirty. But since you weren’t in any life–threatening danger, she’s looking at maybe two years


    behind bars.”


    Two years!


    I frowned a bit. Before, I figured someone like her deserved at least five or six years in the mmer. I


    guess I was overthinking it.


    After a brief silence, I nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”


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    He gave a half–smile. “I figured you’d have some idea about all this. But that’s not what I wanted to


    chat about. It’s about what went down after Noah kidnapped you. Ms. Scott, do you seriously have no


    clue where Noah is now?”Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.