A Brave Stable Hand Exposes a Billionaire's Elegant Wife and Saves His Life
Previously: When a young stable hand uncovers a deadly plot against his billionaire boss, he must risk everything to expose the man's elegant wife before it's too late.
A Deadly Standoff
The silence between the couple grew heavier than the roar of the helicopter engine. Arthur stared at Eleanor, his eyes searching her face for any sign of the loving wife he thought he knew. "Well, Eleanor?" Arthur asked, his voice low and dangerously calm. "Toby is right. It is a beautiful afternoon. Why don't you fly to Manhattan with me? We can have dinner together after my meeting."
Eleanor forced a high-pitched, nervous laugh, her hand fluttering to her throat. "Arthur, darling, don't be ridiculous. I have over fifty guests waiting for me at the pavilion. I can't just abandon our friends to go on a joyride. This boy is clearly having a psychological episode. Look at his face, he has been fighting. We must call security immediately."
But Arthur did not budge. The hesitation in her eyes spoke volumes to a man who had built an empire by reading people. "The guests can wait," Arthur said, his grip tightening on his briefcase. "Get in the helicopter, Eleanor. Now."
Realizing her excuses were failing, Eleanor's demeanor shifted instantly. The elegant facade crumbled, revealing a cold, calculating woman. She stepped back, raising her hand to signal toward the edge of the hangar. Within seconds, Marcus, her personal security guard—the same man who had bruised Toby's face—stepped forward. His hand was tucked inside his jacket, hinting at a concealed weapon.
"I am not getting on that helicopter, Arthur," Eleanor said, her voice devoid of any warmth. "And neither are you. Marcus, deal with the boy, and make sure my husband understands his current situation."
Toby stepped back, his heart hammering against his ribs. He realized that they were trapped. Marcus drew his weapon, pointing it directly at Arthur's chest. The lavish garden party was just out of sight, completely oblivious to the life-or-death drama unfolding near the spinning blades of the helicopter. Eleanor had planned this meticulously, and she was not going to let a stable hand ruin her path to a massive inheritance.
”Eleanor had planned this meticulously, and she was not going to let a stable hand ruin her path to a massive inheritance.