Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 59

In my past life, he’d managed to skate free thanks to our engagement, and was protected from family backlash.

But now?

He’d lost that shield, and his family was already discussing his replacement.

I twirled the pen between my fingers.

He’d probably planned to stage some rooftop reconciliation scene with me yesterday. But Dean’s unexpected pres- ence had forced him to change tactics, turning it into the mess it was now.

After all, without the engagement, he risked being booted from the succession battle before it even began.

No wonder he was panicking.

A low, but mirthless chuckle slipped out my lips.

Oh, Brandon.

I’d planned to settle my affairs before coming after you, yet here you are–impatient enough to dig your own grave.

Well then. I’ll grant your wish.

I’ll enjoy playing with you before sending you peacefully offline.

And the timing was perfect.

Dean had just asked for as much incriminating evidence as possible, and Brandon had delivered himself to me.

Without hesitation,.I began writing every dirty deed I remembered was related to him.

Timeframes didn’t matter.

If he’d done it later, he’d likely had a hand in it earlier too.

Before I knew it, I’d scrawled down two full pages.

Embezzlement. Environmental violations. Illegal land grabs. Building collapses from substandard materials..

And that was only what I could remember–and what I considered worth putting down.

Even if I could get proof for half of this, it would be enough to nail his coffin shut.

And I knew just the man for the job.

I grabbed my phone and messaged the first person I’d contacted after my rebirth–Langston.

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{I’ve got a new job for you. Up for it?}

His reply came in seconds.

Me: I’ve got a new job for you. Up for it?

Langston: Always. What do you want me to dig into this time?

I snapped and attached the two pages I wrote.

Me: I want evidence on everything here. If it’s remotely related to Brandon Scott, I want it.

Langston: Seems like a lot of work. When would like to have it?

Me: The earlier, the better.

Langston: It’s a tight deadline, so the fee will be significantly higher. Hope you’re okay with that?

Me: Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you accordingly.

Langston: I’m on it.

I set the phone down, resting my chin on my hand as my thoughts drifted.

From what I remembered, the worker’s accident had actually happened the day after the banquet, though I couldn’t re- call the exact hour.

Back then, Brandon had managed to keep it buried for a few days before the news finally leaked. But even then, it was swiftly smothered–both families joining forces to suppress the scandal and silence the victim with a hefty com- pensation.

But this time would be different.

He’d worn the mask of a perfect gentleman for so long, deceiving everyone with his spotless image.

Soon, I would rip that mask away and reveal the hypocrite lurking beneath.

The thought alone sent a delicious thrill coursing through me.

Oh, how I longed to see his expression when everything he held dear crumbled right before his eyes.

LILITH

Late evening arrived in a flash.

Just as I was debating whether to take a nap, a knock came at the door.

The drowsiness vanished in an instant, and in the next moment, I practically teleported to open the door.

“Tessa,” I said, a little breathless. “You need me for something?”

Perhaps my tone was too spirited, because Tessa paused, giving me a calm once–over before replying.

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“Madam would like you downstairs.”

I almost asked if Claire was here but decided against it.

Where was the fun in spoiling the surprise?

“Alright.” I closed the door and followed her.

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