CHAPTER 284: CHAPTER 284

On the other end, Benedict finally relaxed. That tension he had been holding onto since their last conversation started to melt away. Her laughter it sounded like music to his ears. After everything, at least now he could feel useful again. He chuckled lightly and said, "Now that’s what I wanted to hear. I’m glad you’re smiling. You deserve it."

He quickly continued before she could interrupt. "So here’s what we’ll do. Please forward me the full details. Everything you know about her background, name, address, workplace, everything. And let me know exactly what you want done. Don’t leave anything out. I’ll pass it directly to my father and uncle. Trust me, they don’t play games, especially with people like her."

He paused just for a second, letting the weight of his next words settle in. "Between 24 to 48 hours, I promise you, you’ll hear good news. And by then, that lady you mentioned she’ll be on her knees, begging, pleading, doing whatever you want her to do. Any condition you name, she’ll accept it. I’m sure of it."

At that moment, Victoria was grinning from ear to ear. Her heart raced not from love, but from the sweet satisfaction of things finally going her way. Her voice dropped slightly as she responded, "Don’t worry, Benedict. Immediately I end this call, I’m going to send the details and everything I want....what I want them to actually do to her. I’m going to actually add it to it."

At that moment, Benedict gently nodded on the other end of the call, a relieved smile resting on his face. "No problem then," he said calmly, "That’s actually a very good thing to do."

His tone was confident now no more hesitation or excuses. "I’ll be expecting your message, Victoria. Just make sure you include every single detail. I’ll forward it to my dad and uncle. I trust them. Once it gets to their desk, it’s as good as done."

Victoria softly chuckled, pleased with his tone. "Yes, I’ll do that," she said.

And with that, the call ended.

The second the line went dead, Victoria couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face. She dropped the phone beside her, leaned back in her seat, and let out a long sigh, a victorious kind of sigh the kind that said "finally."

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she whispered to herself, "Now all my cards are in place."

She picked up her wine glass, took a slow sip, and looked out of the window. Everything was falling into place. Every little move she had made up till now every plan, every threat, every tear she had pretended to cry was now finally adding up.

Cora had played with the wrong person.

Victoria smiled coldly as she muttered, "That girl thought I was going to let her go. She thinks she’s clever. She thinks she can plan with that man and try to make a move behind my back?"

She scoffed and stood up, pacing slowly across the room.

"Well, not only will that plan crash... it’s going to destroy her completely."

Victoria’s eyes narrowed as she imagined it. The embarrassment. The downfall. Cora losing everything her deal, her contacts, her pride. All of it gone.

And after that? After her little plan with that man crumbles into dust, Benedict’s father and his uncle will come in like a storm, with legal firepower she wouldn’t see coming. Charges. Investigations. Allegations. The kind that will make Cora wish she was never born.

Victoria could already picture Cora’s face confused, scared, defeated. She would be on her knees, crying, begging, trying to explain.

But there would be no mercy.

Victoria sat back down, crossed her legs confidently, and said with a cold smirk, "She’s going to learn the hard way. She picked a fight with the wrong person. She pushed the wrong buttons."

At that moment without wasting anymore time she reached for her phone again and began drafting the message to Benedict full details, every dirty little secret she had gathered on Cora, everything she wanted the prosecution team to look into, and exactly what outcome she expected.

"If she survives this," Victoria muttered to herself, "she’ll run away from any problem that even looks like me. She’ll learn to avoid anything above her league."

***

It was already afternoon, when a sleek black car slowly pulled into the compound of Cora’s residence. The quiet hum of the engine drew immediate attention. Brown and Giovanni, who had been casually discussing business near the front porch, turned their heads as the door of the car opened.

To their complete surprise, Oliver stepped out.

He looked composed, dressed in a simple black shirt and clean-cut pants, but what truly made their jaws tighten wasn’t just his appearance it was the three heavy boxes of luggage he pulled out of the trunk.

Giovanni’s Browns furrowed instantly. Brown blinked twice and leaned slightly forward as if trying to confirm if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

The same Oliver.

The same guy they saw on the CCTV footage—the one who had stepped in and rescued Cora Days ago.

The same guy neither of them had heard a single thing about since then.

Giovanni’s voice was the first to break the silence, but only a whisper escaped his lips, "What the hell is he doing here?"

Brown didn’t answer. He was already glancing toward the main entrance of the house as if expecting someone to walk out and explain everything.

And right on cue, Cora appeared.

Her presence brought with it a cool air of confidence, and the second she stepped out and saw them staring, she smiled like she had been expecting this exact reaction.

She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t flinch.

"Can you both help him carry his things inside?" she said, her voice smooth and casual, as if what she just dropped wasn’t a bombshell.

"He’s my boyfriend."

The words hung in the air like thunder. The moment she said it, Brown stiffened. Giovanni’s mouth fell slightly open. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of their lungs, and all they could do was stand there frozen, dumbfounded, stunned.

Because for all their closeness to Cora, neither of them had any idea this was coming.