Page 127 of Battle with a Billionaire

Kyle heaved a sigh as he rose and grabbed her phone. “I’ll get cookies.”

“Why are you taking my phone?”

“Because I don’t trust you, Julia,” he said as he slipped into the hall.

Julia heaved a sigh, considering searching her computer for any clues but she’d likely never get any information before Kyle returned.

A knock sounded at the door, and she nodded. “Nope, I never would have had enough time.”

She shuffled to the door and pulled it open. “You didn’t have to…knock.”

Her features melted from an amused smile to a serious expression as she stared at the figure looming in her doorway. “Lydia.”

“Julia. I see we’ve had another health scare.” She pushed through the door into the room.

“Please, come in,” Julia said.

“I already have. This must be the confusion Grant was talking about.”

Julia let her gaze float to the ceiling as she searched for patience. “I’m not confused. I was being sarcastic. Did you want something, Lydia? I hope not more free advice.”

“No,” she said with a raise of her shoulder. “You know how I feel about your little game here. But that’s not it. Grant said your memory’s back, so I think we have to get a few things straight.”

“About?”

“DG Industries.”

The name stopped Julia’s heart. She narrowed her eyes at Lydia, her forehead creasing. Lydia stormed toward her and slammed the door closed, locking it before she grabbed Julia by the arm and hauled her to the chair. “Sit down, Cupcake. We need to talk.”

“Lydia, I don’t know–”

“Spare me the innocent act. I heard your little story about all your memories returning except one key thing from the night of your accident.”

“That’s true, but–”

Lydia set her hands on her hips, her features settling into an unimpressed stare. “But nothing. I don’t believe you. So, what do you want?”

“I don’t want…” Her voice trailed off as she recalled being at the Harrington Global office. She’d left, driven to Riverside Park, and waited to see who Christopher Metcalfe was meeting with after his cryptic text. Her eyes centered on Lydia. “You.”

“Yes, Sweet Cheeks, me. I’m one of the forces behind DG, as you well know.”

“How could you do this?” Julia cried.

Lydia’s lips tugged back in a smirk. “How couldn’t I? You’ll see, Julia. It’s only been a year. But soon enough, you’ll be tossed over for wife number six. Younger, prettier. Whatever tickles his latest fancy.”

“You left him!” Julia answered.

“I had my reasons. You’ll see.”

“No, I won’t. I’m telling Grant,” she said, as she rose from her seat.

Lydia shoved her back into it. “I don’t think so, darling. You’re not going to say anything to Grant. In fact, you’re going to help me with my little project.”

“I’m not helping you destroy him. Lydia, you nearly killed him! Did you think of what that would do to Sierra?”

“I did. It would make her a very rich woman.”

The statement made her sick. “So, you’re after money.”

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