He Lent Her My Cullinan, I Canceled His Family’s Cards Chapter 10
I played the recording of Lindsay and Brooke’s conversation for Nicholas.
By the time he finished listening, he looked completely stunned.
“How…? Lindsay wrecked the car on purpose? She’s been playing me this whole time?”
He grabbed his hair in frustration.
“Juliette, I was wrong. I was such an idiot. That bitch Lindsay fooled me!”
“You deserved it.” My voice was cold.
“You should be grateful she still had feelings for you. Otherwise, the second you hit the gas, you’d be dead right now.”
Nicholas went pale. That was when he finally realized how serious the situation was.
“You haven’t told your family to move out of my house yet, have you?”
“Doesn’t matter—I’ve already had someone show them the door.”
By the time I got home, all the Drakes’ stuff had already been cleared out by my people.
Savannah, Walter, and Margaret were standing outside my house, wailing and throwing a fit.
The moment they saw me, they rushed toward me together.
My bodyguards immediately stepped in front of me, preventing them from getting anywhere near me.
“Load all their belongings onto the truck and get them out of here. I don’t want to see any of them again.”
My men got to work right away, efficiently loading every last item onto the moving truck.
Even then, the Drakes kept cursing—real filth.
“Teach them a lesson. Maybe then they’ll learn to watch their mouths.”
My men walked over and slapped them across the face repeatedly until not one of them dared utter another word.
Watching the Drake family leave in complete humiliation lifted my mood considerably.
When I went back inside, the servants had already cleaned the place top to bottom. Not a single trace of the Drakes remained.
I opened a bottle of red wine and savored it slowly.
Next, it was time to deal with Nicholas’s company.
Back when he started the business, the entire five million dollar registered capital had come from me.
I still remembered him holding me close and making his promises.
“Honey, once the company starts making money, I’ll pay every cent back.”
“I’ll give you shares, dividends, everything. I would never let you invest this money for nothing.”
Now the company was thriving. And yet I’d never received a single share, a single dividend, or even one cent of my five million back.
At this point, I didn’t even want the money anymore.
I simply refused to let the Drake family keep what never belonged to them.
I immediately called my assistant.
“Contact the Ashford Bank project lead and pull all funding from Nicholas’s company immediately.”
“Then notify auditing to investigate account irregularities, and file a report with the disciplinary department for misappropriation of company funds.”
The moment I pulled my funding, the company’s cash flow collapsed. Every project Nicholas had in the pipeline ground to a halt.
Nicholas spent days trying to find new investors and raise cash.
Then the auditors showed up. Not long after that, investigators arrived at the company as well.
In just three days, the business he had spent three years building completely fell apart.
Nicholas was placed under investigation for financial irregularities and left buried under a mountain of debt.
The Drakes had long grown accustomed to a life of extravagance.
Going from filthy rich to dirt poor overnight was something they simply couldn’t handle.
The whole family ended up crammed into a tiny rental.
Some days, they barely had enough to eat.
Walter and Margaret both fell ill.
Savannah complained endlessly about how miserable their new life was and argued with Nicholas every day.
Not long afterward, Lindsay was sentenced as well.
With multiple charges combined, she got twenty years. The best years of her life would be spent behind bars.
Nicholas came to my house over and over again, hoping to see me.
Every single time, I turned him away.
Once, he stayed outside my gate for an entire day and night, begging for a chance to speak with me.
I never wavered.
After that, he never came again. Instead, he asked someone to deliver a letter.
I opened it.
The familiar, elegant handwriting immediately caught my eye. Just one line.
[I’m sorry, Juliette.]