Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 206

He was probably up all night dealing with the aftermath of last night’s murder.

Serena masked her expression and calmly looked away.

“What about the Tri-Glaze Pottery?” she asked.

Aaron, who’d survived the sleepless night with nothing but coffee, looked up at Serena. Her distant attitude made the vein in his temple throb.

After a moment, he replied coldly, “Is that all you care about—antiques?”

“Yes.”

Aaron’s clenched fists loosened suddenly. He paused, then said, “I asked Cynthia. She doesn’t know where the pottery is.”

Serena let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

“She really doesn’t know!” Aaron’s voice grew tense. “Why are you so obsessed with that antique?”

He was clearly losing patience, but Serena didn’t back down. “If Cynthia Lynwood can’t produce the Tri-Glaze Pottery, I’ll have no choice but to release the recording to the public.”

Aaron’s tone turned frigid. “You’ve already gotten that doctor and nurse killed. Do you want Cynthia dead too?!”

Serena only gave a cold, dismissive laugh, refusing to argue the point. “Well? Is it yes or no?”

“You want the Tri-Glaze Pottery—I don’t have it. But you can name another price. Anything else, as long as it’s within my power.”

His words rang out with absolute certainty.

Serena stared into his eyes, her heart pounding wildly. “Anything at all?”

He nodded. “Anything.”

“Let me leave Alderburg.”

Aaron’s gaze froze. It was as if an invisible hand seized his heart, making it hard to breathe.

A long silence stretched between them.

Then, at last, he smiled.

Without that smile, Aaron looked every bit the cold, elegant devil. But when he did smile, he seemed like a demon straight from the depths of hell.

At the surrounding tables, people shrank back in fear at the sight.

Only Serena remained unfazed, her gaze as cool as ever.

Even as the plane prepared for takeoff, she worried something might go wrong at the last second—like last time, when her flight was grounded just before departure.

But nothing happened. Everything was fine.

She landed safely in Northspire.

Once she’d touched down, Serena deleted the recording from her phone and sent Aaron a screen recording as proof.

When his reply came back—OK—she wasted no time blocking his number, along with Cynthia Lynwood’s, erasing them both from her life.

With that done, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She slipped her phone into her bag.

But then she caught sight of the red flash drive tucked inside.

She froze.

That flash drive contained years’ worth of messages from Cynthia Lynwood.

She’d meant to let Aaron see Cynthia’s true colors—her secrets, her lies.

But somehow, in all the chaos, she’d forgotten.