They were staying at a private hotel specifically designed for hosting VIPs in Oakley. The building wasn't tall—more like a sprawling, six-story luxury villa complex that wasn't open to the public.
After lunch, Lydia took Josie for a walk in the gardens, only to bump into the exact same officials from yesterday. She looked at them in confusion. "Weren't you supposed to be touring sites this afternoon?"
The men looked surprised. "We already visited everything yesterday. We gave Mr. Saint the entire morning off to rest."
Lydia's eyes darkened instantly, though she expertly masked it. "Ah, he must have gone out for a walk by himself, then."
The executives exchanged a few more pleasantries before taking their leave.
Left standing alone, Lydia's expression morphed into pure venom. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
The voice that answered was laid-back and arrogant, dripping with the lazy confidence of a wealthy playboy.
Lydia forcefully swallowed her burning rage. "Dominic, the Xavier family is in total chaos right now. Corbin might be stuck in a hospital bed, but his mother is incredibly close with Yvonne. Silas isn't going to just abandon him anytime soon. If you want to seize power smoothly, it's not going to be easy. I can help you, but in exchange, I want you to destroy a woman. I want her utterly broken."
"Ms. Thorne, what kind of woman is worth you giving the kill order yourself?"
Pure malice radiated from Lydia's eyes as she sneered. "I'll send you her file. Take a look and tell me if you can handle her."
A light, mocking chuckle drifted through the receiver. "I can handle any woman. How exactly do you want her broken? Do you want me to just make her disappear? Or should we go the scenic route—make her fall hopelessly in love with me so I can publicly crush her soul and trample all over her dignity?"
Lydia stared at the blooming bougainvillea in front of her. The flowers around the hotel grew in massive, aggressively vibrant clusters, almost blinding in their intensity.
"The latter, obviously. Just getting rid of her is too boring. I want you to shatter her heart. I want her in so much agony that she loses the will to live. Isn't that what you do best?"
The line went quiet for a few seconds before he laughed. "Deal. Send me the file, Ms. Thorne. But in return, I want you to make your move against my family today."
Lydia knew this man was a ruthless predator, but she didn't care. It was just the Xavier family. A few well-placed words would be more than enough to handle them.
After hanging up, a cruel smile touched her lips.
She hadn't originally intended to go after the people around Juniper, but the girl was just too stubbornly defiant.
Constantly popping up around Nelson, making him distracted and restless.
That little bitch!
Most of the time, Lydia was a paragon of high-society elegance. She rarely even cursed.

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