Chapter 939

Reginald didn't pause for even a heartbeat. "Lucian and I have been brothers since childhood. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him. But what exactly do you need from me?"

Genevieve leaned closer, her voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. "We need to separate Lucian from Rosalind. Permanently."

Reginald's jaw tightened. "You know how obsessed he is with her. She could stab him in the heart and he'd still find excuses for her. I've tried interfering before—it only made him distance himself from me."

"That's precisely why we must act now," Genevieve pressed, her manicured nails tapping the table. "She's destroying him piece by piece. As his oldest friend, can you really stand by while she ruins his life?"

A muscle twitched in Reginald's temple. His knuckles whitened as his fists clenched. "Never. Tell me your plan."

Genevieve's lips curved in triumph. "You'll call Rosalind. Arrange a meeting."

When Reginald hesitated, she continued smoothly, "If I reached out, she'd never come. But she trusts you."

Reginald gave a terse nod. "And then?"

From her clutch, Genevieve produced a small sachet of white powder. "Slip this into her drink."

Reginald recoiled slightly. "What the hell is that?"

"Nothing dangerous," Genevieve lied effortlessly. It was enough abortifacient to terminate a pregnancy in one dose. Once Rosalind miscarried, Genevieve would be in the clear—no messy loose ends.

Years of carefully cultivating Reginald's trust were about to pay off.

She batted her lashes. "Just a mild laxative. Enough to give the scheming little gold-digger a night she won't forget."

Reginald's brow furrowed. "I don't know..."

"Lucian needs us," Genevieve said sharply, playing her final card. "Or are you going to let your best friend drown?"

That did it. Reginald snatched the packet with a resigned sigh. "For Lucian."

Genevieve's smile widened. "Perfect. Call her now—time's running out."

As Reginald strode away, phone in hand, Genevieve relaxed into her chair, savoring her Earl Grey.

Moments later, Julian slid into the vacated seat, admiration glinting in his eyes. "Brilliant. The idiot actually believes he's saving his friend while unknowingly destroying Lucian's heir."

Genevieve's crimson lips curved. "Plausible deniability, darling. When the dust settles, we'll be untouchable."

She watched Reginald through the café window, her plan unfolding beautifully. Soon, Rosalind would lose everything—and Genevieve would finally claim what was rightfully hers.