Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“Hello, is this Mr. Lauren Fairbank?” A steady, commanding voice came from the other end.

It was unfamiliar, and Lauren hesitated for a second. “Yes…”

“This is Errol Fitzgerald, executive assistant for the Cooper Group. On behalf of the Cooper Group, I’m formally notifying you that our partnership with the Fairbank Group is terminated, effective immediately.

“Moreover, the Cooper Group will no longer do business with any company that partners with the Fairbank Group. Thank you.”

With that, Errol politely ended the call.

The phone emitted a busy tone.

Lauren stood frozen in place, his mind reeling as if he’d been struck by lightning, his face drained of color.

With a sharp “thud,” the phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground.

He snapped his head up, pupils shrinking in shock, and glared daggers at Sienna. “It was you… you did this?

“No! This can’t be real-it’s impossible!”

His voice cracked with distortion, eyes bloodshot and wide with disbelief. “How could you have that kind of pull? How could you just snap your fingers and get the Cooper Group to drop our deal?”

It wasn’t just this one collaboration the Cooper family had axed.

They’d declared they wouldn’t work with anyone who did business with the Fairbank family-essentially cutting off every last avenue for the family.

He wondered, ‘How could a backwoods nobody like Sienna possibly sway the Cooper family?’

Sienna met his terrified stare, her crimson lips curling into a faint smirk, her tone lazy and unruffled. “Didn’t you call me a curse?”

She glanced over at Jessica, who stood rigid nearby, and her smile turned a touch malicious. “So why not send your little good-luck charm to beg the Cooper family for a second chance? Let’s see if her tears can work their magic.”

“You!” Lauren snarled through gritted teeth.

Seeing Jessica’s eyes brimming red with tears, her face the picture of wounded innocence, he pulled her protectively into his arms and shot Sienna a furious glare. “Don’t even try sowing discord here. You really think I’d fall for that?”

He let out a cold snort. “If the Cooper Group were actually cutting ties with us, they’d notify my dad or my brother. Why on earth would they call me directly?”

His eyes flicked to the phone in Sienna’s hand, and his face lit up with realization. “Ah, I see it now-that ‘executive assistant’ from the Cooper Group? Just some actor you roped in! You set this whole charade up to mess with me!”

The more he talked, the more certain he sounded, his mocking laughter echoing. “You bumpkin from the boonies-what else are you good for besides pulling scams?”

“Believe what you want.” Sienna couldn’t be bothered to argue.

“I believe it.” A lazy, drawling voice suddenly cut in, shattering Lauren’s denial.

Mason lounged back with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, his eyes half-lidded in lazy amusement as he gave Lauren a sidelong glance.

He carried himself like he was peering down at a squirming insect, his voice laced with effortless scorn. “The Cooper family isn’t blind-why would they bother teaming up with a second-rate outfit like the Fairbank family?”

“Mr… Mr. Brown!” Lauren fumed, his blood boiling, his entire body shaking with rage.

The sheer humiliation was shredding his last threads of composure, driving him right to the edge.

“Mr. Brown, don’t fall for her tricks! How could she have that kind of clout? She’s nothing but a hick from the sticks!” he continued.

“Buzz-” Sienna’s phone suddenly buzzed urgently in her hand, slicing through Lauren’s heated tirade.

She didn’t bother glancing his way. Instead, she checked the caller ID-Professor Sharp popping up on the

screen.

Her brow creased faintly, the mischievous spark in her eyes fading away. That laid-back, easygoing aura vanished in an instant, swapped for a razor-sharp focus.

Mason, who’d been keeping a close eye on her, didn’t miss a single detail of the change.

Sienna swiped to answer without hesitation. “Professor Sharp.”

The private room had gone pin-drop silent.

Even without putting it on speaker, the elderly voice-grave and weighted with urgency-filtered through clearly, snippets drifting out, “core data,” “leaked,” “collapsed,” “national project paralyzed,” “take charge,” and

the like.

Put together, those fragments hinted at something enormous.

Everyone’s eyes locked onto Sienna in wide-eyed shock.

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