Chapter 951

"Lucian, is it really over between you and Rosalind this time?" Genevieve pressed, her voice laced with doubt.

Lucian's jaw tightened before he gave a curt nod. "Yeah."

That single word was enough to send Genevieve's heart soaring.

Without another word, Lucian slid into the driver's seat of his sleek black sports car and slammed the door shut.

"Wait! Where are you going? I'm coming with you!" Genevieve rushed forward, fingers brushing the handle of the passenger door, desperate not to let this opportunity slip away.

Now that Lucian and Rosalind were officially done, she wasn’t about to waste a second.

But Lucian didn’t even glance her way. The engine roared to life, tires screeching as he sped off, leaving her standing in a cloud of exhaust.

Genevieve coughed, waving a hand in front of her face as she watched the car disappear down the street.

Her fists clenched.

No matter how hard she chased, Lucian always slipped through her fingers like smoke.

Still, she couldn’t help the smug satisfaction curling in her chest.

She had won.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed Julian. "It's done. Lucian and Rosalind are over—because of the baby."

Julian’s voice crackled with excitement. "Are you sure it's final this time?"

Genevieve smirked. "They've broken up before, but this is the first time Lucian admitted it himself. That means it's really over."

"Perfect!" Julian practically crowed. "Finally, we've torn them apart! Now, you need to make your move—fast. Once you sleep with him, he’ll be yours for good."

Genevieve’s lips curved. "I’ll handle it. Just make sure Rosalind doesn’t keep that baby."

"Don’t worry," Julian assured her. "That child will never see the light of day."

Meanwhile, Rosalind stood by the window, watching Genevieve’s triumphant phone call.

She didn’t need to guess who was on the other end.

Julian, of course.

Her lips curled into a cold smile.

Let them celebrate while they can.

Soon, she met Harrison at The Velvet Lounge.

Harrison took her wrist, checking her pulse with practiced ease. "The baby’s fine," he confirmed.

Rosalind exhaled, relief flooding her.

After being dragged onto that operating table by Julian and Genevieve’s scheme, she had been terrified.

But now, knowing her child was safe, she could breathe again.

"Thank you, Harrison."

"Do you need help dealing with them?"

Rosalind shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. "I’ve got this. They played dirty, but now that I know their game, I’ll make sure they regret it."

Harrison nodded. "Just say the word if you need backup."

At that moment, a voice cut through the dim lighting of the bar.

"Ms. Fairchild."

Rosalind turned, her blood running cold.

Julian stood there, smirking.

The man she despised most had arrived.

He sauntered closer. "Long time no see."

Rosalind glared. "I have nothing to say to you."

Julian chuckled. "The more you hate me, the more I want you."

"I don’t love you," she spat.

"Then who do you love?" His grin turned mocking. "Lucian? I heard you two are finished."