Whitney’s heart ached for her mom.
She understood, of course. For her mother, this wasn’t just a job—it was a decade-long career. There was no way she could just walk away from the main company. She’d heard Inko Group was everything her mom’s late husband had left behind when he passed.
That thought sent Whitney’s mind drifting to her own father, Hudson…
She snapped back and reached for Parisa’s hand. “I get what you’re going through, Mom. Bryce is like a ticking time bomb—if only he’d just disappear for good… But if he doesn’t, we’ll have to make our move. Cut off those shareholders before they even think about betraying you. Don’t worry. Ludwik and I aren’t going anywhere.”
Parisa glanced over at Ludwik, still pale and battered in the hospital bed, and let out a tired laugh. “So, Mr. Lippert, you’re deciding for him now? Not that you’re really an outsider, are you?”
Why was her mom suddenly turning the spotlight on her?
Whitney flushed, frowning slightly. “Well, Ludwik and Bryce have a score to settle. It’s not something he can just let go.”
“Is it because of you?” Parisa’s voice dropped, full of knowing.
Whitney froze, not sure how to explain all the messy things from the past.
Ludwik seemed to sense her hesitation and jumped in, “Yes, there’s a personal feud. It needs to be settled. Ms. Tennyson, you just focus on getting better. You’ll get all the updates you need from your assistant back in Germinia, and I have my own channels. We’ve already figured out Bryce has teamed up with a few Germinia shareholders. Finding him won’t be hard.”
That’s exactly what Parisa was thinking.
Earlier that morning, she’d heard Erik say Ludwik needed surgery after a serious injury, and that Parker and Phineas had rushed over to Saltland Island, risking everything to chase Bryce down.
She wanted to tell these kids to slow down—things weren’t as simple as they looked.
Truth was, the prison break had never really been about Bryce. The real target had always been her.
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