Titan 131

Leon stormed into the Sinclair Group, his face a mask of fury. One of the receptionists recognized him and greeted him respectfully.

“Mr. Sinclair is in today,” she said.

Leon sneered inwardly and quickly took the elevator to the top floor.

He didn’t knock on Charles’s office door but on the door of Charles’s uncle, Edward Sinclair.

The person backing Leon was Edward Sinclair.

Wyatt had three sons: the eldest was Dylan, the second was Edward Sinclair, and the youngest was Richard Sinclair.

At the moment, only Edward Sinclair was at the Sinclair Group. Dylan managed the overseas division, while Richard Sinclair, after making some early mistakes, was exiled by Wyatt and handed a small company in another city. Surprisingly, Richard turned that company around in the past few years and has recently filed to return–Wyatt seemed to be reconsidering letting him back.

Charles’s position was like being circled by wolves, not to mention that both of his uncles had sons of their own gunning for the top spot.

Leon’s face broke into a respectful smile as he greeted, “Mr. Sinclair.”

Edward Sinclair stayed in peak shape–men from an old–money family like the Sinclairs were either ordinary–looking or outstanding, never sporting a beer belly. That sort of failing would never fly with Wyatt; ‘If you can’t even keep your body in order, how could you ever run a company?‘ he thought.

Beer guts and bald spots? Those belonged to men with no class and no heritage.

Edward wore his suit with effortless confidence, eyes utterly calm as Leon entered.

Edward asked, “What’s the matter?”

Leon recounted everything, looking a bit embarrassed. “So that’s what happened. I don’t even know who that woman is, but she seemed to know those Sinclair Group Inspectors pretty well.”

Edward Sinclair’s brows drew together. He hadn’t heard a word about the Sinclair Group sending any inspectors over lately.

He had no idea this was Charles’s spur–of–the–moment move, let alone that he’d parachuted Yolanda in out of nowhere.

Edward looked down at the contract in front of him and scoffed, “Inspectors? The Sinclair Group hasn’t sent any Sinclair Group Inspectors recently.”

Leon’s eyes lit up like he’d just found his ticket out. “Shit! I knew Yolanda was trying to play me, but I never thought she’d actually have the nerve! I’m calling the cops–she’s gonna rot in jail!”

7:52 Fri, Sep 26

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Faking the official seal of a company as massive as the Sinclair Group? She’ll be stuck behind bars for a long. long time.

He’d promised himself he’d make Yolanda cry and beg at his feet–and now he was ready to collect.

Just thinking about that woman’s looks got Leon all worked up.

“Mr. Sinclair, she’s actually pretty easy on the eyes. If you’re interested…” Leon hinted.

Edward covered for Leon, and besides cash, Leon regularly offered up the best–looking talent from Starlight. He’d drug them and deliver them to one of Edward’s private villas, always making sure to get them out before the effects wore off.

The women never had a clue who had taken advantage of them.

It was all risk–free for Edward—he wasn’t planning on getting kicked out by Wyatt over a bedroom scandal like his younger brother.

Seeing Leon’s expression, Edward could tell this woman was an absolute knockout.

“Same spot. Eight o’clock tomorrow night. Make the arrangements,” Edward instructed.

Leon’s cheeks flushed with excitement as he bowed respectfully. “Mr. Sinclair, you can count on me. It’ll be flawless!”

As soon as Leon stepped out of the office, he called the cops. They didn’t hesitate one bit and made a beeline straight for Starlight.

Starlight had been rotten from the roots all the way to the top for years, and not once had law enforcement darkened its doorstep. Yet in the span of a single day–first the Sinclair Group Inspectors, then the police- the chaos was off the charts.

The police barged right into Yolanda’s office. “Hello, Ms. Grant. You’ve been reported for counterfeiting the Sinclair Group’s official seal. Please come with us and assist with our investigation.”

The office doorway was instantly crowded. People were whispering to each other in hushed voices.

“Fake seal? So those Sinclair Group Inspectors earlier today were just a bunch of imposters?”

“Oh my god, that’s a major crime! The Sinclair Group’s definitely going to come down hard on her!”

“How did she have the guts? Bet she has no clue how deep Leon’s contacts run in the Sinclair Group.”

Among the crowd, she was there too, cheeks burning with anxiety as she overheard the whispers.

‘If this charge sticks, it’s game over for all of us.‘ she thought, panic flooding her chest.

Desperate, she shot a pleading look at Yolanda.

Yolanda just sat back, totally unfazed on the sofa. “Leon’s the one who called the cops? If I haven’t broken any laws, does that mean I could counter–sue him for slander?”

7:52 Fri, Sep 26

The cops stayed strictly business. “Ms. Grant, we’ll need you to come with us for questioning.

Yolanda rose to her feet and addressed her team. “Update the designs the way I just told you. Aim to have it all ready by the day after tomorrow–spare no expense on the materials.”

Her team, unshaken by the commotion, nodded diligently. “Don’t worry, Ms. Grant.”

With a cop at each side, Yolanda headed out of the office with them.

The top floor was buzzing, with everyone gossiping about whether Yolanda really forged the Sinclair Group seal or hired a bunch of fakes to pose as Sinclair Group Inspectors.

When Yolanda arrived at the police station, Leon was already there, looking smug as hell.

“Officer, I need a moment alone with her,” Leon said, his voice dripping with malice as he stepped closer.

Leon’s face twisted with malice as he approached.

“Yolanda, Yolanda, what did I tell you? You were always gonna end up begging me on your knees. But it’s way too late for that now. Unless you keep me satisfied–and then make the rounds for the rest–maybe I’ll let you walk out of here untouched. Otherwise, get ready to rot in jail!”

Yolanda didn’t bother saying anything–she just took a seat off to the side, unfazed.

Leon scowled, thinking to himself, ‘Damn, this bitch knows how to keep her cool, huh?‘

She signed the papers the cops handed over, her smile cool and collected. “You folks go track down your evidence. I’ve signed already. When you find something, don’t forget to let me know–I’m looking forward to calling my lawyer and suing Leon Cole.”

She said it with Leon standing right there, making it crystal clear she didn’t give a damn about him.

Leon was fuming, practically steaming from the ears, ready to blast her–but a flash of sanity reminded him this was the police station, so he bit his tongue.

Yolanda picked up her purse and strode out of the station, cool and collected like she owned the place.

Leon was shaking with fury, grabbing Yolanda and jerking her right back toward him.

Yolanda lost her footing and smashed into the nearby bookshelf. She clutched her head, a wave of dizziness hit–and the next second, she totally blacked out.

Leon stood there like he’d been turned to stone, eyes wide in disbelief. “She’s gotta be faking! I barely touched her!”