Chapter 196 Fail to Make Trouble
Byron’s eyes darkened as he heard Heather’s voice crackle through the phone. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk, a cool expression plastered on his face.
“Miss Ross,” Byron replied in a calm, measured tone, “if you’re referring to the scandals surrounding your family, you may want to look closer to home. I’m sure the truth is not as black and white as you would like to believe.”
Heather’s voice trembled with barely contained fury. “Don’t play coy with me, Byron. You’ve been after my family for years, and now, you’re using these dirty tricks to finish us off, aren’t you? Is this how you plan to ruin us—by spreading false rumors about my father, about the Ross family?”
Byron’s gaze hardened, the usual indifference shifting to something darker. “You should be careful, Heather. Accusing me without evidence can be dangerous. As for your father… his involvement in certain dealings was always a risk. What happens next is not entirely in my hands.”
Heather’s breath quickened, but she forced her voice to remain steady. “What do you mean by that?”
Byron didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window of his office, staring out into the city night. “Your family has more skeletons in the closet than you care to admit. And now, with the way things are going, I don’t think even your usual tactics can save you.”
“You’re threatening me?” Heather spat back, her anger now clear.
Byron’s lips curled into a tight smile, but there was no warmth in it. “No, Miss Ross. I’m simply stating facts. The game has changed, and you’re no longer in control.”
There was a brief silence before Heather spoke again, this time her voice softening with an unsettling calm. “You think you’ve won, don’t you? But you’re wrong. You don’t know the whole story. Not yet.”
Byron chuckled softly, turning back toward his desk. “I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. And when I do, it will be too late for you and your family.”
Before Heather could respond, Byron ended the call, his thoughts now swirling with the consequences of the phone conversation. He turned back to his desk, grabbing the file that lay open on the surface. His eyes flicked to the picture of George bent over Athena, checking for any signs of injury.
Byron’s face darkened as he deleted the photo. His mind was heavy with the realization that Athena was becoming more entangled in his world than he had ever intended. But he couldn’t afford to lose focus. The stakes were too high.
The tension in his shoulders tightened as he glanced back at the phone, waiting for the next piece of the puzzle to fall into place.
Meanwhile, at the police station, Tyler and his friends were still nursing their wounds, each one grumbling about the situation. The arrest had been swift, and they knew their options were running thin. The idea of facing charges for the damage to the computers, coupled with the threat of Byron’s influence, made them uneasy.
Tyler, still unable to understand how his plans had gone awry, stared at the police officer across from him. He clenched his fists, his thoughts still fixated on Athena. She had been his ticket, and now she was slipping through his fingers.
As the officers prepared to process them, Tyler’s mind raced. Byron had made his move, but Tyler wasn’t about to let this be the end. He still had his cards to play, and he intended to use them to turn the tables.
But for now, he was trapped in the cold, sterile walls of the police station, his future uncertain.
Back in the city, Byron’s assistant stood by the entrance of the station, waiting for the moment when Tyler and his friends would be released. Byron’s orders were clear: they would not leave the station unscathed.
This was far from over.