I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 131: Protest

Chapter 131: Protest

While the Morgan family head had sent the Rockefellers' heir out of the building, the act only serving to deepen the divide between the two families. Tension crackled like a live wire, not just between the Morgans and the Rockefellers but also among the other elite families who had thrown their support behind Nathaniel Rockerfeller. It was a move that would be felt across their circles, an open declaration that the Morgans would not be swayed or strong-armed. Yet, while this political storm brewed, the family that had unwittingly set all of this in motion was dealing with a crisis of its own.

Evelyn was pacing the long, marbled hallways of the Blackwell Island mansion, her sharp heels clicking against the pristine floors with each hurried step. Her phone was still clenched tightly in her hand, her grip tense, her knuckles pale from the pressure. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of disbelief and simmering frustration coursing through her veins. She had read the message at least three times, but the words didn't change, nor did the implications behind them.

Just as she reached the end of the hallway, a voice called out to her.

"Are you sure you want to go there?"

She stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes for a brief moment before turning around. Sebastian stood there, his face unreadable, his posture straight and unwavering. He had followed her out of their boss's office, a clear indication that he had been watching her closely.

Evelyn exhaled sharply, the frustration she had barely managed to contain flashing through her eyes. "Of course, I have to," she said, her voice clipped with determination.

Sebastian, ever the voice of reason, shook his head slightly. "It's dangerous."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Isn't it dangerous because none of you are doing anything at all?" she shot back, her words cutting through the thick air between them. It wasn't just about the current situation—her frustration stemmed from something deeper, something that had been festering for far too long. She had grown tired of the inaction, the way they all played a game of calculated patience while the walls around them threatened to cave in.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. Losing control wouldn't solve anything. "I already called Liam and his team. They'll meet me outside," she said firmly. "I'll be fine."

Sebastian's jaw tightened, his concern evident, but he did not argue. Instead, he nodded. "I'll go secure the packages. You should return to the office and stay with Mr. Blackwell."

The suggestion made Evelyn stiffen immediately. "No," she said sharply, almost too quickly.

Sebastian arched a brow, his silence pressing her for a better response.

She swallowed, lowering her voice. "I'll be fine," she repeated. "Nothing will happen to me. I just… I need the fresh air."

She didn't wait for another protest. Turning on her heels, she walked toward the helipad.

Sebastian remained where he stood, watching her retreating figure. He could see the frustration rolling off her in waves, her reluctance to remain anywhere near Alexander Blackwell painfully clear. She was shouldering a burden heavier than she should, and there was nothing he could do to ease it. As the wind from the chopper's blades picked up, whipping through the air, he muttered under his breath, "Don't worry, dear… soon, it will all be over."

Inside the chopper, Evelyn sat across from Liam and four other men, their faces unreadable, their movements precise. Each of them was checking their weapons, loading ammunition, adjusting their tactical gear. The soft clicks and metallic snaps of firearms being readied filled the cabin, an ominous reminder of what they were walking into.

Evelyn frowned, crossing her arms. "I don't think those will be needed," she said, her voice firm but wary. She didn't want things to escalate. If there was a way to resolve this without bloodshed, she was determined to find it.