Chapter 401 Dare To Touch Me?
Ryder rolled up to SR Group first thing after he got the recording from Abigail.
When he found out Yves was Sandra's mole in SR Group, Ryder got this gnarly feeling in his gut!
That little run-in with Abigail? Totally slipped his mind.
He stormed into the company and made a beeline for Sarah's office!
But when he shoved the door open, the place was empty!
Right then, Emily strolled by with a stack of papers.
She saw Ryder and grinned, "Hey Ryder, what's up?"
Ryder shot back, "Looking for Sarah. Where's she at?"
Emily said, "She had a meeting with a supplier this morning, left about an hour ago!"
"She go alone?"
Emily shook her head. "Nah, she took Yves from finance. They had to check some numbers, so she brought her along!"
Ryder's face went pale, and he whipped out his phone to call Sarah!
No answer!
His heart sank. Just like he thought.
The worst had gone down!
Emily saw his face and asked, "Ryder, what's wrong?"
Ryder snapped, "Call Yves, now!"
"Got it!"
Emily fumbled for her phone and dialed Yves' number!
Same deal; phone was off, no dice!
"Dammit!" Ryder growled, fists clenched, anger radiating off him!
The office air got thick with tension!
Sarah was Ryder's world, and Sandra just kept pushing his buttons!
"The Johnson family, your days are numbered!" Ryder muttered, eyes cold as ice.
Meanwhile, Heather was lounging in the hall, a maid fanning her.
The maid noticed Heather's hair had gotten way whiter lately!
No surprise, Heather had a ton on her plate, and nothing was getting fixed!
"It's all Ryder's fault, that backstabber, wrecking the Johnson family!"
Heather grumbled, venting her frustration!
The maid gently said, "Sandra said to forget about Ryder and his mess for now. Your 70th birthday's in a week. You gotta take care of yourself; that's what matters!"
Heather nodded, "True! Living this long ain't easy. Gotta celebrate the big 70 right!"
Heather was all about appearances.
From outbidding Maple Real Estate to snagging a villa in Platan Height, she always wanted the Johnsons to shine in Houston, showing off her skills as the family head!
But things never went her way!
The more things went south, the more stubborn Heather got!
So, her 70th birthday had to be epic, a real showstopper, fitting her high status in the Johnson clan!
Thinking about her big day next week, Heather's stress melted away!
A smile crept onto her wrinkled face!
Just then, the courtyard door got kicked open with a bang!
Heather jolted awake, almost tumbling out of her chair!
A bunch of burly dudes stormed in, all looking like they meant business.
Leading the pack was George.
Heather scowled, "George, what the hell are you doing here?"
Sure, George was a big shot in Houston, and the Johnsons usually steered clear of him. But busting in like this? No way!
George, cool as a cucumber, said, "It's not about me, Heather. Mr. Clark's got something to chat about."
And then, Ryder stepped out from the crowd, each step like a punch to her gut!
Heather's eyes went wide. "You!"
Seeing Ryder, a flood of memories hit her. They used to push this guy around, and now he was towering over them in every way!
But even now, she couldn't shake her disdain for him.
"So what if it's me?" Ryder shot back, ice-cold.
Heather snorted, "Ryder, don't think you can just waltz in here. You know breaking into my house is a big deal, right? I could call the cops, and you'd be in deep trouble."
Ryder stepped closer, towering over her. "And what if the cops or Mark find out you and your daughter plotted to kill Kenneth? Think you'll walk away clean?"
Heather's face twisted, and she quickly denied it, "You... you little punk, what lies are you spewing? Kenneth was killed by you, not us. Don't try to pin this on the Johnsons!"
"Pin it on you?" Ryder sneered. He pulled out his phone and played a recording Abigail had sent him.
Heather's face went ghostly white!
Sweat started to bead on her forehead!
Their conversation, recorded and sent to Ryder?
Abigail was back!
What the hell was happening?
Lost in her thoughts, Ryder's voice cut through, "Have you figured out how you're gonna end this?"
"Huh? What did you say?"
Heather stared at Ryder, shocked!
For a moment, she felt a chill, like she was staring at a demon from hell!
But being the head of the Johnson family for so long, she clung to her pride!
Especially with the maid watching, she couldn't lose face!
She locked eyes with Ryder, a cold smile curling her lips. "Ryder, I'm not scared of you. Would you dare lay a finger on me. Go ahead. You don't have the guts..."
Before she could finish, Ryder stepped forward and kicked the armchair!
The chair flipped, and Heather hit the ground hard!
Ryder looked down at her, cold as ice. "What now?"
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