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Chapter 194 To the Police Station to Find Moore
“Nope, just a chat with a pal,” Sweety deflected, a hint of weariness in her voice. “Let’s
not go there. It’s late. Go freshen up, the bed’s calling.”
She steered me off the balcony and nudged me toward the bathroom. The night had crept
up on us, and her reluctance to talk was clear as day. I let it be for now.
Maxwell was out of town, and with him gone, there was nob*dy else at Scott Corporation
to deal with the endless stream of issues. I could not even think about slacking off. I had
to get to the office bright and early. Marcus was already there, waiting to dump a
mountain of paperwork on my desk.
I stared at the pile, feeling the onset of a headache, and rubbed my temples. Marcus
lingered, prompting me to ask, “Something else on your mind, Marcus?”
After a brief pause, he nodded. “Miss Moore’s arrest has hit the internet, and it’s blowing
up big time.
!!
I frowned, acknowledging the news. “So, Scott Corporation is under the microscope, and
someone’s stirring the pot with this?”
“Exactly! The stock’s taken a hit, it’s all over the place. But here’s the kicker,” he said,
handing me a document, “I got a lawyer’s letter this morning about the Scotts‘ estate.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMiss Moore’s lawyered up, and they’re demanding you hand over her full inheritance and
shares, or she’s going to court.”
I bit my l*p, staying silent. So Moore’s first move after getting nabbed was not to deal with
the cops about Noah’s death, but to come after the inheritance?
Dad had been gone a while, and she had been silent up till now. At first, when Scott
Corporation was on the brink of collapse from all the missing money, she did not want to
get involved, probably to avoid taking on the debts. Now that we were getting back on our
feet, she was ready to rumble. I was not curious, just caught off guard that she had hit me
with a legal challenge now of all times.
I glanced at the lawyer’s letter peeking out of the envelope and told Marcus, “Got it. I’m
on it. You go handle your business.”
Marcus nodded, his feet carrying him a few steps toward the exit before he spun around, a
question burning in his eyes. “So, what’s the game plan for this mess?”
I let out a sigh, the truth heavy on my tongue. “The whole inheritance thing? It’s not just
up to me. I have to run it by my mom. Moore was her and dad’s adoptee, and if it comes
down to splitting the inheritance, Moore’s got as much legal claim to it as I do.”
Understanding flickered in Marcus’s eyes, and without another word, he took off.
Moore’s sudden grab for the inheritance was like a curveball from left field. If she was
dead set on carving up Scott Corporation’s shares, it would slice through dad’s legacy. A
smaller slice of the pie for me meant k*ssing my veto power goodbye on the big decisions
at Scott Corp.
Dad had fought tooth and nail to keep that control. Through all the storms Scott Corp
weathered, he
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never cashed out even a single share. Even when the chips were down and we needed
cash, he clung to the reins with that iron grip.
The more I stewed over it, the more my head spun.
I had been cooped up in the office all morning, but I could not shake it off. I made my way
to the police
station.
Moore’s rap sheet was set in stone; all that was left was the gavel drop at trial. She was
cooling her heels in a cell, and I had given Officer Jackson the heads–up I was coming.
Stepping into the station, Jackson was there to meet me, his face serious. “Ms. Scott,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyou’ve arrived.”
I nodded, catching the hint of something more behind his greeting. With a small smile, I
asked, ‘ Officer Jackson, it’s been ages. Everything good with you?”
He cracked a smile, the tension easing a bit. “The usual drill, Ms. Scott. Can we chat for a
second?”
I gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.
In Officer Jackson’s office, he handed me a glass of water before diving into the heart of
the matter. I’ve pretty much got the whole picture about your sister’s case. She’s been
stirring up trouble and even got her hands dirty. But since you weren’t in any life–
threatening danger, she’s looking at maybe two years behind bars.”
Two years!
I frowned a bit. Before, I figured someone like her deserved at least five or six years in the
slammer. I guess I was overthinking it.
After a brief silence, I nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
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He gave a half–smile. “I figured you’d have some idea about all this. But that’s not what I
wanted to chat about. It’s about what went down after Noah kidnapped you. Ms. Scott, do
you seriously have no
clue where Noah is now?”
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