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“If I’m not wrong, you’re talking about credit. On a large scale,” I stated.

“Yes. But they aren’t some startup just trying things out. They’re big, just working to get even bigger. We don’t have personal relationships with them, but we know their business standing. They just want a steady supply. You’ll get your money. No bullshit,” Jim went on.

“And these new clients are of top class, most of them are names we all know. They’ll pay anything to have their hands on these tools. You get even higher than market price. You can bank on it,” Tiara said.

“We’re talking 40 to 70 trailers of heavy metal. You get to move that all at once instead of tying it down at the warehouse,” Jim divulged.

“But I’m sure of getting paid for them, regardless of how long they stay here for,” I argued.

“You’re definitely getting whatever you agree on. You’ll sign agreements and set a time,” Jim revealed.

His statement sent my mind to the woman I signed a marriage agreement with.

Does the legal agreement mean anything if she betrays me?

“Are you with us at all?” Tiara inquired, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I sighed. “My men will send you an email of what we currently have.”

“Then we send it to them, and they send their offering prices?” Tiara asked.

“Yes. We can talk again then,” I remarked.

“Okay. We’ll expect the mail,” Jim said, standing.

My thoughts were back on Marielle the second they left.

The seduction stunt she pulled the night before was a pivotal moment. It wasn’t just that I hated how confused and angry she was when she left the room. A more dangerous possibility was running through my mind.

The longer my silence toward her stretched on, the easier it might become for me to break. If she tried to reach out to me with those pleading eyes again, I might give in. I might directly ask her about what she had been discussing with Lucien. I might even plead with her to spill everything to me.

It was dangerous for her. There would be no good ending if she were caught in the crossfire. Not when everything pointed toward a betrayal.

Why else would she delete the messages?

Do I still trust her?

I picked up my phone and made the call.

“Go to the third estate. Ask the domestic staff to make necessary preparations. Marielle moves there in the morning.”

***

A splitting headache made me decide to leave the warehouse earlier that evening. I needed a cold shower.

And Marielle out of my system.

Leonid hadn’t pulled over in front of the house when I knew something was wrong. He noticed it too.

The men who were to be at the front of the house were nowhere to be found. With Leonid beside me, I burst into the double doors at the entrance.

“Boss!” Ruslan rushed over to me.

“What’s going on?!”

“We discovered a breach in the back gates just now. We—”

The rest of his information fell on deaf ears as I ascended the stairs. I flung our bedroom door open.