Chapter 108 Failing to Steal the Chicken Will Ruin the Rice
The call from Hathaway was like a sudden storm, catching Darwin off guard for a moment. He had expected some fallouts from his maneuvers against Joseph, but he hadn't anticipated that it would stir the Ross family's hornet's nest so vigorously.
"Hathaway, you should know that I don't need to play such games," Darwin replied, his voice calm and controlled. "The Ross family's affairs are none of my business unless they interfere with mine."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Darwin could almost picture Hathaway's frown, her mind racing to connect the dots.
"Fine," Hathaway finally said, though the skepticism was evident in her tone. "But if I find out you're involved, there will be consequences."
Darwin's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "I would expect nothing less."
As he ended the call, Darwin's thoughts wandered back to Fiona. He couldn't help but wonder if his actions had indirectly caused her any distress. He had intended to protect her, but Darwin knew the world of high-stakes business and personal vendettas was complex and often messy.
Meanwhile, Fiona, who had been reflecting on her own complicated history, was unaware of the chaos brewing in the shadows. She lay in her bed, her thoughts a tangled web of past and present. The night's revelations had left her feeling exposed, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her carefully constructed walls were beginning to crumble.
Sleep eluded her, and she tossed and turned, her mind replaying her conversation with Janna. Fiona had laid out her past like a deck of cards, each one revealing a piece of her soul, and now she wondered if she had revealed too much. Would Janna see through her façade? Would Darwin?
As the night deepened, Fiona's thoughts spiraled, touching upon Joseph's failed smear campaign. It was a desperate and clumsy attempt, but it had a hint of malice that couldn't be ignored. Fiona knew that such malice, left unchecked, could grow into something far more dangerous.
She finally drifted into a restless sleep, her dreams a murky blend of memories and fears.
The next morning, Fiona awoke to the news of Joseph's debacle. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of him squirming under Darwin's cold retribution. But her satisfaction was short-lived, replaced by a sense of unease. She knew that Joseph's actions were just the beginning, the first ripple in what could become a tidal wave aimed at her and Darwin.
As she prepared for the day, Fiona resolved to be more cautious. She would need to be vigilant, not just for her own sake, but for Darwin's as well. She had no illusions about the nature of the game they were playing, and she was determined not to be the one who failed to steal the chicken and ended up ruining the rice.
But even as she fortified herself for the battles ahead, Fiona couldn't help but wonder about the cost. How many more secrets would she have to reveal, and how many more enemies would she have to face before she could finally find peace?
Only time would tell, and Fiona was all too aware that time was a luxury she might not have.
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