Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

A Rose 491

“Mr… Mr. Murray… please, just spare me!” The fear in Stanley’s voice was palpable, each word trembling with desperation.

Jacob, seated at the head of the table, emanated a chilling coldness that seemed capable of freezing everything in its wake.

“Mr. Murray, we’ve confirmed that Ms. Smith’s drink was tampered with. The testimony points to Stanley as the one who arranged for the spiked drink to be delivered to her,” Jack

said.

So, it was exactly as he had suspected.

Jacob’s face darkened with an intense fury, his eyes narrowing. He had mistakenly taken the wrong glass of wine last night, the one laced with drugs. That was why he’d lost control and gone into a wild frenzy.

The thought of what had happened the previous night filled him with sorrow. The drug had pushed him beyond his limits, and knowing it was Nancy’s first time made it all the more painful for her.

His dark eyes were clouded with a deep, aching regret, and his desire to see her grew stronger. Yet, she refused to see him right now.

The evidence was indisputable. Even if Stanley wanted to deny it, he had no choice but to

confess.

“Mr. Murray, I swear I never meant to hurt Nancy. It was all them! They’re the ones who forced me to do it!” His voice cracked with fear and guilt.

The young elites, realizing they were in hot water, quickly scrambled to shift the blame.

“Mr. Murray, don’t listen to him. We only discussed the plan; he’s the one who took action on his own. We had nothing to do with it…” Their protestations were feeble and transparently self- - serving.

“That’s a lie!” Stanley’s voice was desperate and strained. “You’re the ones who supplied the drugs. It’s all your fault…”

Jacob’s expression darkened as he watched the blame game unfold. His eyes turned colder, no longer interested in their petty squabbles.

“Don’t let any of them get away,” he said.

Jack nodded quickly. “Understood, Mr. Murray.”

Jacob strode out, ignoring the screams that echoed behind him. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages with Nancy, letting out a frustrated sigh.

She had unblocked him, but she still hadn’t responded to any of his texts.

It was a stark contrast to how things used to be back when she would sweetly call him Jacob. Now, she wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence.

Even Yvette refused to help him.

After a moment of reflection, Jacob decided to reach out to Wilson.

The call went straight to voicemail. Jacob frowned and called again, his irritation growing with each failed attempt. On the third try, Wilson finally answered.

“Jacob, what’s going on?” Wilson’s voice was edged with annoyance. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Wilson’s face showed his frustration; he had finally managed to steal a few moments alone with Yvette, only to be interrupted.

Jacob’s call was a surprise. Ever since learning about Jacob and Yvette’s being siblings, Wilson had figured Jacob was done with him for good.

Jacob would have snapped at Wilson’s voice in the past, but now he just accepted it with a wearied sigh. He couldn’t very well criticize Wilson now, not after he’d acted like an animal himself.

“You said before you had a way to win a woman back. I need you to teach me,” Jacob said, pressing his fingers to his temples, clearly struggling to ask for help.

He genuinely didn’t know how to make Nancy happy again, so he had to swallow his pride and ask Wilson.

Wilson heard the frustration in Jacob’s voice and let out a smirk. “Jacob, weren’t you the one who turned down my help last time?”

Jacob’s expression darkened. “Will you help me or not? If not, just forget it!”

“Of course I’ll help you,” Wilson replied.

Wilson’s eyes narrowed slightly, remembering how Jacob had previously sabotaged his plans.