Chapter 487 No Meeting, No Mercy: The Everharts Fall with Oliver 2
Nightfall
Several black SUVs glided through the darkness.
Inside one vehicle, Calliope spoke with a blank expression, "That photograph was taken before I married my husband. Octavius always believed I came from an aristocratic family. He never imagined I had such a shameful past, Mrs. Windsor."
She turned to Sarah. "Could you possibly look the other way?"
"As I said, I won't make things difficult for you." Sarah smiled faintly. "I came to Harmony City to ask for Mr. Everhart's help, not to disrupt your marriage."
Calliope relaxed, though she couldn't resist adding sarcastically, "Your approach to asking favors is rather difficult to stomach."
The car swayed gently as they drove.
Sarah remained perfectly composed. "Mrs. Everhart, where would your luxurious lifestyle be without Oliver? I'm not here to beg for favors. I'm representing Oliver in these negotiations. If they go well, everyone wins. If not, we all go down together."
Calliope responded with a derisive laugh.
Thirty minutes later, the cars pulled into the Everhart Residence. Despite the late hour, the mansion blazed with light.
Calliope exited quickly, hurrying through the grand hall toward the second floor. Servants acknowledged her as she passed. "Mrs. Everhart has returned!"
She merely nodded in response.
At the second-floor study, she paused. The door was closed, and she could hear hushed voices inside.
Octavius was in conversation with someone.
Calliope waited patiently outside for about ten minutes.
When the door finally opened, a young, well-groomed assistant emerged—Percival Thorne.
Noticing her, he started slightly before respectfully greeting her, "Mrs. Everhart."
"Is he alone now?" Calliope asked softly.
When Percival confirmed, she entered.
Inside, pale blue smoke still lingered. Octavius reclined on the sofa, massaging his temples—clearly troubled by some business matter.
Calliope approached and began to massage his shoulders.
After a long silence, she spoke quietly, "Mr. Windsor's wife has approached me."
Octavius scoffed. "Just dismiss her! It's Matthew who's targeting Oliver, not me. I'm merely observing their conflict, not participating."
Calliope's hands stopped.
With eyes full of tenderness, she said, "Octavius, she came prepared. I suspect Oliver may have shared details of all your transactions with his wife. If that's the case, we can't refuse to help."
Octavius tensed.
Slowly straightening on the sofa, his handsome face grew thoughtful under the crystal chandelier. "Bring her in. I'll speak with her myself."
Calliope sighed with relief.
As she rose to leave, her jewelry-adorned figure caught Octavius's interest. He playfully patted her hip, his gesture suggestive.
Calliope gave him a sidelong glance. "Business first!"
Downstairs, Calliope invited only Sarah to the study.
Zoey looked concerned, but Sarah gently patted her hand. "Don't worry, I can handle this."
Calliope escorted Sarah to the second floor.
When the study door opened, the cigarette smoke had dissipated. Octavius sat behind his desk in a white shirt, cutting an impressive figure.
He held a document in his hand.
Upon seeing Sarah, he immediately stood and approached with exaggerated courtesy. "Mrs. Windsor, please forgive our neglect. Had we known you were coming, my wife and I would have met you at the airport."
Sarah recognized the routine all too well.
She smiled slightly. "As a newcomer, I should be the one paying you a visit first."
Without waiting for an invitation, she wandered around the study, picking up a golden horse-head ornament from the desk. She raised an eyebrow. "I remember this piece. It used to sit in Oliver's study. These horse eyes contain hidden cameras."
Octavius's expression darkened.
Sarah continued casually, "I always advised Oliver against being too domineering, warning that the dogs he fed might one day bite back. What do you think, Octavius?"
His face had grown quite grim.
He turned to Calliope. "Leave us. Don't let anyone enter."
Calliope obeyed without question.
Alone in the spacious study, Octavius immediately dismantled the horse head.
Indeed, a tiny camera was hidden inside.
He collapsed onto the sofa.
Looking directly at Sarah, a flash of malice crossed his face. "Mrs. Windsor, a clever woman like yourself should understand self-preservation. How does Oliver's downfall affect you? You'll simply become a wealthy widow. You could have any man, any luxurious lifestyle you desire. Why exhaust yourself for a man who betrayed you?"
"Because he's my husband."
"You came alone. Aren't you afraid I might harm you?"
Sarah smiled softly.
She gestured around the study at the valuable decorations. "Not just that horse head—these paintings and porcelains were all arranged by Oliver. Your greed made it impossible to refuse such treasures."
Octavius pulled out a cigarette but didn't light it.
"You're pregnant, aren't you? I suspect you're putting on a brave face while struggling internally. As for the evidence you mentioned to my wife, I don't believe it exists. Oliver wouldn't entrust incriminating materials to a woman." He laughed derisively. "Who isn't afraid of death? Who would place their life in another's hands? Even spouses abandon each other when disaster strikes."
Under the light, Sarah's features remained composed.
She opened her expensive handbag and removed a ledger, placing it gently before Octavius.
The familiar figures made his blood run cold.
He stared at Sarah in horror.
Sarah smiled serenely. "This amount... Even if you truly side with Matthew, he might not be able to save your life."
"You're right about spouses abandoning each other in crisis. Before coming, I prepared for mutual destruction. But the one who suffers will be my husband Oliver. Sacrificing him alone in exchange for the Everhart family's wealth and your worthless lives. Meanwhile, I remain untouched, perhaps even praised for my actions."
Octavius's long fingers trembled as he held the unlit cigarette.
After a moment, he still hedged. "Mrs. Windsor, it's not that I'm unwilling to help, but I have little influence in Evergreen City."
Sarah lowered her eyes and smiled faintly. "I could step back and reconcile with Matthew to spare Oliver's life. But what leverage do you have, Octavius? Without Oliver, you're nothing. After tonight, you'll be nothing!"
"The grand house, your high status, and those colleagues who flatter you—all of it will disappear. You'll become just a stray dog again, watching others for any sign of approval, just to survive."
"Never forget, Oliver is the one in charge."
Octavius glared at her.
Just then, Calliope's voice came from the doorway, "Octavius, our estate is surrounded—hundreds of men, a sea of black."
Octavius was furious and alarmed. "Mrs. Windsor, what do you mean?"
Sarah might appear gentle, but her actions mirrored Oliver's perfectly—truly cut from the same cloth.
She smiled coldly. "What does it mean? It means I'm cleaning house."
Octavius's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
Her audacity was astounding.
After a long moment, knowing escape was impossible, he slumped in defeat. "Fine! I'll help you!"
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