The Billionaire's Fantasy - Part 3

“But now you think she discovered something,” Chelsea said heavily, and Louise nodded, her stomach hollowing out with that realization.

“What if, while things were coming to a head here with Jason Treffen, she was in London discovering just how wide and sticky his web is?”

Chelsea was silent for a moment, her brow furrowed. “You know, Treffen said something to me, right before we went off the air. I thought he was just full of shit at the time, and I was too triumphant at bringing him down really to think about it later.”

“What did he say?”

“Well, he called me a stupid bitch, first of all,” Chelsea said with a wry smile, and Louise smiled back.

“I seem to remember that.”

“And then he said I had no idea what I was doing.” Chelsea paused, the furrow in her brow deepening as she tried to recall his exact words. “He said something about how I didn’t know what I was opening up.”

“Opening up?”

“And then he said ‘It’s not just—’ and stopped suddenly.”

Louise turned to her sister, her face pale, her stomach churning. “And then a little while later he was shot.”