Chapter 8
Mrs. Dawson was speechless, while Jordan slumped into his chair, holding his head in his hands like the world had collapsed around him.
I took the mic again and faced the cameras calmly.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the media,” I began, “I believe everything is now crystal clear. I have never had a child with Jordan. That baby has no biological connection to me whatsoever.”
“As for spreading lies online, defaming me maliciously, and severely damaging my personal reputation as well as that of SkyTech, we’ll be pursuing full legal action to hold them accountable,” I firmly announced.
With that, I turned and walked off the stage.
Behind me, Mrs. Dawson’s shrill scream echoed through the hall.
Their family was now finished.
After the truth came out, Mrs. Dawson was relentlessly harassed online. Even her neighbors pointed fingers at her father. They were too ashamed to step outside their homes.
A few days later, I was in my office finishing paperwork when my phone rang from a number I didn’t recognize.
I answered, only to hear Jordan’s hoarse voice snarled through the speaker.
“Georgia! You’ve ruined everything! And you think you’ll get away with it?”
I let out a cold laugh. “Is that a threat, Jordan?”
“Threat?” He broke into a crazed laugh. “I’ve got nothing left to lose! I’m willing to do anything now!”
I narrowed my eyes and asked, “What do you want?”
“Five million in cash. I know you have the money. Bring it to me. Or else…”
He paused, then spat out the words, “…I’ll rape you before I kill you.”
Without another word, I ended the call. Clearly, he’d lost his mind.
But half an hour later, he called again.
“Georgia,” he said, “I know your brother will protect you. That’s why I changed the plan.”
Then a photo came through.
When I opened it, I froze.
In the picture, the kind old professor who once let me borrow his phone was tied to a chair,
a towel stuffed in his mouth. His terrified eyes stared directly into the camera.
“Remember him?” Jordan said. “He helped you when you were at rock bottom. Now it’s your turn to save him.”
I gripped my phone tighter. “Jordan, if you touch him—”
“Five million. Cash. Tonight at 10. Meet me alone at the abandoned textile factory on the east side of the city. Bring the money, or the old man dies.”
And just like that, he hung up.
My hands were shaking as I stared at the photo.
The old professor had been nothing but kind. When I was at my lowest, he didn’t just lend me a phone; he gave me comfort, told me things would get better.
Now he was suffering because of me.
Just then, Lonnie burst into my office.
“Georgia, I just got word. Jordan-”
“I know,” I interrupted, handing him my phone.
His face darkened as he saw the photo. “That psycho… I’m calling the cops.”
“Wait,” I stopped him. “He said if we call the police, the professor dies.”
“Then what?” His voice was low and tense. “You’re not seriously going to give him five million, are you? People like him, one payout will never be enough.”
I stood and walked over to the window.
The city lights flickered in the growing darkness.
Jordan, you thought I was still that helpless girl you and your mother used to bully?
Not anymore.
I turned back to my brother, eyes cold but steady. “This time, I’m going to end this myself.”
He looked stunned. “Georgia… you…”
“He crossed the line. He hurt someone innocent. I have to make him pay.” I met his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
He didn’t speak right away, but after a long moment, he nodded. “What do you need me to
do?”
“Get five million in cash, but we’re not giving it to him,” I instructed.
I pretended to agree with Jordan, but as soon as I ended the call with Jordan, I contacted Lonnie again.
Three minutes later, a private security team made up of retired special forces was already
en route.
Five minutes after that, the police were fully briefed and ready to move.
Georgia’s POV
