Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 90

Tom Malfoy.

Andrew Blackwood's illegitimate son.

Asher's eyes darkened like ink. "He's in Russia, yet his reach extends quite far."

Lucas stood nervously to the side, scarcely daring to breathe.

Asher spoke coldly: "Since he's made his move, I see no reason to be courteous. I hear he recently secured a major project in Russia?"

Lucas responded: "Yes, sir. He finalised it just recently. In recent years, Tom Malfoy hasn't only developed his influence in Russia but has also cultivated supporters in several smaller neighbouring countries, establishing dedicated facilities..."

"Hmph." Asher's lips curved slightly. "Send him a welcoming gift. That project cannot be allowed to proceed."

Lucas responded promptly: "Yes, sir."

Asher continued: "Were Malfoy's people also responsible for killing Vanessa?"

"Yes," Lucas replied gravely. "It seems once she outlived her usefulness, he eliminated her to remove all traces."

Asher narrowed his eyes, a cold fury emanating from him. "That's certainly consistent with his usual methods."

Contempt for the law, casual murder, utterly devoid of humanity.

Asher's expression hardened. "Since he's evidently bored, let's give him something to occupy himself with. Contact Alistair Talbot in Russia and have him assist in dealing with Malfoy. That project must be taken from him at all costs; he cannot be allowed to proceed."

"Understood!"

...

Russia, Tom Malfoy's private estate.

The phone on the bedside table had been ringing for ages.

After automatically disconnecting, it immediately rang again, like a death knell.

"Tom... your phone's been ringing for ages... aren't you going to answer it?" the woman asked between shallow breaths.

Tom remained silent, his entrancing eyes glinting with amusement, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow. He was already handsome with an air of wickedness, but desire had made him even more captivating.

The woman caught her breath at the sight, becoming lost in his gaze, surrendering completely to the moment.

...

Grace Bennett had made numerous calls that went unanswered.

Her heart grew increasingly cold.

As time ticked by, her tension and unease intensified.

"Miss Bennett, has Mr. Malfoy still not answered his phone?" her bodyguard inquired.

Grace's face turned deathly pale, her voice trembling: "He's likely abandoning me. I'm nothing but a disposable pawn now..."

Two days before the engagement ceremony, Arno Jones, Tom Malfoy's operative in England, had approached her, instructing her to assist Vanessa in disrupting the event.

She had hoped to use Vanessa to eliminate Gabriella, but through a twist of fate, Asher had been injured instead.

Fortunately, Tom Malfoy's influence was considerable, and Arno Jones, his operative in England, was shrewd. The Blackwood family had not traced the engagement ceremony incident back to them.

She had thought the matter was over, but then the Blackwoods had somehow found Vanessa.

Vanessa's silencing was undoubtedly on Tom Malfoy's orders.

Would she be next?

Would Tom Malfoy silence her first, or would the Blackwood family discover her involvement?

...

Russia.

Tom Malfoy had just satisfied himself and was now reclining against the headboard, smoking contentedly.

The woman lay naked against him, her slender, pale hand tracing across his tanned chest.

"Tom, was that one of your little girlfriends calling? I thought once you had me, you'd forget about her. Didn't expect you'd call her back."

Emboldened by how well she'd pleased Tom, the woman playfully expressed her jealousy.

Tom took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke rings with satisfaction.

The white smoke swirled, partially obscuring his features.

He smirked, lifting the woman's chin with his hand, gazing deeply into her eyes with his captivating expression, his smile rakish and unrestrained.