Skip to content
Novel Catalog
Chapter_43
Zachary watched Rebecca leave, a little bewildered by the sudden change in her demeanor. He had no idea what had triggered her outburst, but he knew one thing for sure—there was more going on than met the eye. The tension in the air around the dinner table had shifted, and with Wyatt’s departure, the focus of the evening now seemed to rest on those present.
As Rebecca exited, the remaining guests exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to proceed. The subtle political maneuvering that had dominated the conversation moments before was now overshadowed by the exit of the mayor and Rebecca’s sudden shift in mood. Zachary, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that something important was being left unsaid.
Meanwhile, back at the steakhouse’s private dining area, Jeremiah, who had been quietly observing the scene unfold, finally broke his silence. He turned to Andrew, Yvette, and the others with his usual calm but commanding presence. “Let’s go. We’ve lingered here long enough.”
Andrew, eager to leave, was the first to stand. He was happy to let Jeremiah take the lead, especially after all the awkward moments that had passed. Bonnie, however, wasn’t done observing. She leaned toward Andrew and whispered, “What do you think that whole thing with Wyatt was about? He left in such a rush after seeing Jeremiah.”
Andrew shrugged, not particularly interested in speculating about the mayor’s behavior. “Who knows? Maybe he just remembered an important meeting or something. People in power are always busy, right?”
Yvette, still lost in her own thoughts, looked toward Jeremiah. He was already standing, his tall figure cutting through the dimly lit room with effortless confidence. She had grown accustomed to his quiet authority, but tonight, there was something different about him—a sharpness in his eyes that hinted at more going on than just a simple dinner.
Without a word, they all followed him out of the private dining room and down to the main area. The waiter, who had been waiting nervously at the entrance, seemed visibly relieved to see them leaving. He nodded respectfully as they passed, avoiding direct eye contact with Jeremiah.
As the group exited the restaurant and stepped out into the cool night air, Yvette couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. She knew Jeremiah well enough to understand that whatever had transpired tonight was far from over. The events of the day—Sharon’s public confession, the drama surrounding Victor, and the mysterious interactions with Wyatt—were merely the surface of something deeper.
Jeremiah turned to her as they walked, his voice low but carrying a certain weight. “I’ve arranged a meeting for tomorrow. There are people we need to deal with, and it won’t wait.”
Yvette raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Who are we dealing with?”
Jeremiah’s lips twisted into a slight smile, though it was more calculating than friendly. “Let’s just say, the pieces on the board are moving. It’s time to play the next round.”
Yvette felt a chill run through her. She wasn’t sure what exactly Jeremiah meant, but she trusted him. Whatever was coming, she knew she’d be ready for it.
The others, overhearing the conversation, exchanged wary looks. Bonnie, always the curious one, couldn’t resist speaking up. “Are we going after someone specific, or is this more about sending a message?”
Jeremiah’s gaze briefly shifted to her, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Both. But the message will come first. Then we’ll see who steps up.”
The group remained quiet as they made their way to their respective cars, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. Yvette couldn’t shake the feeling that they were on the cusp of something big—a turning point in the ongoing battle of power, alliances, and secrets that had been quietly simmering beneath the surface. And as always, Jeremiah would be at the center of it all, guiding the pieces into place.
As the last of the group climbed into their cars and drove off into the night, Yvette looked out the window, her thoughts swirling. The night had been full of revelations, but it was clear to her that the real game was just beginning.
