The Queen They Buried

Chapter 203

Vincent wasted no time and set up a meeting with Anthony the very next day. Magnus, now idle and spending his days playing with his dogs at home, was surprised to hear Aubree wanted to see him.

As a veteran of the Wilson Group, he knew all the dirty laundry of the Wilson family. Stroking his chin, he considered that this might just be an opportunity for him.

Aubree was no small fry now. Ronald was pulling out all the stops to win her over. If the Wilsons had no regard for loyalty, then why should he?

Vincent booked a private dining room in advance.

When they met, Anthony acted oblivious, stuffing his face with food and downing drinks as if this were nothing more than a casual meal,

Aubree wasn’t in a hurry. She let him eat his fill.

She intended to use Anthony to pit him against Ronald. But she had no plans to protect him. A scumbag like him deserved to pay for what he’d done.

Once the plates were cleared, Anthony wiped his mouth.

Aubree smiled. “Enjoyed the meal, Mr. Carr? We can order more if you’d like. I didn’t realize life after leaving Wilson Group had been so… difficult for you.”

Anthony’s face darkened. ‘Is she mocking me for being broke after getting kicked out?‘

She wasn’t entirely wrong, though. Ever since Emery kick him out of the company, all his former bootlickers had scattered like roaches, terrified of being associated with him.

Anthony couldn’t tell if Aubree was being deliberately provocative or just naïve.

‘Forget it,‘ Anthony thought. ‘I’m above this, no point in arguing.’

“No need for ‘Mr. Carr.‘ You’re practically my niece. Just call me Anthony.”

Aubree chuckled but didn’t take the bait. “Let’s keep this professional. What do you think of Rosepoly Group these days?”

“What do you mean by that?” As soon as the conversation turned serious, Anthony, ever the seasoned player in the cutthroat business world, immediately slipped into diplomatic mode.

“Let me be blunt. I’m taking down Rosepoly Group. I’d bet you’ve got plenty of dirt on them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? You worked for Wilson Group your whole life, yet they never gave you a single share. Then, when you took what you deserved, they tossed you out for some spoiled brat.

that piss

Wilsons have no shame,

just cut me in on some shares, would

drink in one gulp.

won’t pay you, but

“Name your price.”

neither acceptance nor refusal. “What

Group. And I want proof of their tax evasion.”

expected. The second made Anthony’s

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you…” He

to panic. If I’m bringing it up,

shake the Wilsons. It was the subsequent investigation

end? Ronald had thrown Anthony to the wolves as the

darkened, hesitation flickering. “Fine. I’ll do it. For

Rosepofy Group runs into real trouble and Emery can’t fix it, I’ll just apply a

Aubree raised her cup

in,

resented the Wilsons, would he actually help them? 50 million was

be completely on our side, but that doesn’t

“And the money…”

him, but

winced. ‘Fifty million for one

“Let him take the money. Whether he lives to spend it is another

team soon found Logan’s

in tea and pastries. “Please have

sat on the sofa,

appeared extremely uneasy, barely perched on the edge of the sofa. Caleb, his face deeply lined with wrinkles, asked in a trembling voice, “Young lady… is what

him everything. We don’t care about the money. My grandchildren just want