In his car, hands on the wheel, Chris listened as the investigator narrated all he had found out even as he sent him the necessary pictures. "She has been having a weekly meeting with Miss Saint, I guess that she is the brain behind the first deal being a mess." Chris couldn't agree more, it all made sense. Beatrice was the only person who could have access to all his important information, she had no doubt sold it to Sylvia and that was the edge she now had on him. "Beatrice has received eight alerts from a private bank and when I tracked down that bank, I found out that it belongs to one of the Hilton accounts, I'm guessing Sylvia isn't alone on this one, she may be getting help from someone else who wants you out." The man added. Chris sighed, he could not stand any more drama. It was bad enough that Dave had been bought over with God knows how much, now the news of Beatrice having a connection with the Hilton Empire was enough to make him furious, even the thought of anyone el

Evans stared right at him as he made his request, his gaze unwavering. Chris for a second thought that maybe Evans was joking but then, one look at his hardened gaze told him all he needed to know. "What changed your mind about the family company?" He asked instead and all Evans did was shrug. "I guess I've always had other things on my mind, until now. I know I deserve a seat on the board and you will help me get it." He stated firmly. "Maybe this isn't the best path for you at the moment, your business still needs your full attention," Chris said. Evans chuckled, "And so does yours, several companies across the city, and yet you still find time to be the heir of the family and the CEO on the executive board, surely if you can then I can try too." He said and then smirked, "After all, we're cut from the same cloth, aren't we, son?" Chris nodded, it was only fair that Evans wanted to be a part of the family company once again. It didn't matter why, Chris knew that fulfilling his

Chris thanked Celestine and left the boutique, bolder than he had arrived. In the confines of his Bentley, he called his investigator first. "I need all information you can dig up on__" "She's a hard nut to crack sir, she seems to truly have a clean slate." The man interrupted in frustration. Chris smiled, "You are wrong, she isn't and I have just enough dirt to mess up her facade of perfection, I don't need information on her, dig up what you can on Annabella and Jayden Paul, they are her children and they have been hidden in France for many years." He said. Even the investigator was surprised at such information, he had no idea that Sylvia was married or had ever birthed any child. "I need this within two hours, chop chop," Chris said hastily. "I'm right on it, sir." He replied and hung up. It was time to put Sylvia down for good, he decided as he pulled out his phone and rang Sylvia. "I knew you'd come around, Mr. Chris," she said proudly as she picked up the call. C

Just as Chris arrived at the Robinson company, he got a call from Celestine. "Hello, it's good to hear from you." He said to the old man. "Thank you, thank you for reuniting me with my children again, Sylvia is going down for life for all that she's done. The Hilton has fired her and is looking at pressing charges for multiple fraud, embezzlement, and threats to their customers. She'll be going away for a very long time, I can assure you." Celestine said with a laugh. "I only did what had to be done, thank you for opening up about all her deeds, you're the rep's hero." He said and then dropped the call. His sources had already told him about Sylvia's pending court case and the several lawsuits she was receiving. "Finally graced us with your presence, Chris," Hogan said as he strolled to him and offered a handshake. Chris refused it and merely glared at the man. "What is it this time?" He asked impatiently. Hogan sneered at his disrespect and scoffed, "Your arrogance is appa

Chris stepped under the light and moved closer to the man. He could see the man's features. His hair was trimmed low and his beard was completely shaved. He wore a black shirt and black slacks with a black pair of high-top boots. It was clear that he'd come prepared to blend into the shadows. "You are not in the right place, leave," Chris ordered him. Jefferson smirked and moved under the light too, standing a few inches taller than Chris did. "I am not in the wrong place I've been here twice already and you hadn't returned from your...meeting," he said. "The receptionist told me about your visit, she didn't mention letting you in, now leave," Chris repeated himself."That's no way to treat your brother, you know," Jefferson said and Chris sneered. "You are not my brother! I don't know what brand of crack you took but that's enough, get the hell out before I have the securities through you out." Jefferson frowned at his sudden aggression and moved to the door, Chris followed hi