Page 39 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

"We need to stall Wright at the airport. Find out if any of our contacts can delay him, flag him, I don’t care, just keep him grounded," she orders. I’m on the phone with my own contact, voice sharp. "I need eyes on Wright. Where is he now?"

A pause. Then, "Still at his office, but his driver is scheduled to pick him up in an hour."

I glance at Margot. "We have a window. We can cut him off before he even gets to the airport."

Margot nods. "Then let’s go."

We move fast, grabbing what we need before heading out. The drive to Wright’s office is tense, the silence crackling with energy. I can feel Margot’s focus beside me, the same fire burning in her that’s in me. This isn’t just about savingPerfectly Matchedanymore. This is personal. Halfway there, my phone buzzes again. Unknown Number:Walk away, Grayson. You don’t want to do this.

My grip tightens around the wheel. "Looks like our mystery friend doesn’t want us catching Wright. And whoever it is, they’re watching us in real-time."

Margot reads the message over my shoulder, her jaw clenching. "Then we’re definitely on the right track."

I don’t respond. I just press the gas harder. We’re going to get to Wright first. Margot’s phone vibrates next. She glances down, and her face pales slightly. "Grayson…" I risk a quick glance at her screen. Another unknown number. But this message is different.

Unknown Number:You’re making a mistake, Margot. Walk away now, and maybe you’ll still have a career left when this is over.

A slow, cold fury crawls up my spine. This isn’t just about intimidation anymore. This is personal. And it means whoever we’re up against isn’t just someone on the board, they have power beyond it.

Margot exhales sharply. "This isn’t just Wright. Someone bigger is pulling the strings."

I nod grimly. "And we’re about to find out who.

My phone buzzes again, another message from the unknown number.

Unknown Number:You never did understand your place, did you, Grayson? Stay out of this, and you can still come out on top. Push any further, and you’ll lose everything.

Margot snatches the phone from my hand, her grip tight. "This isn’t just a board member trying to protect their assets. This is someone who thinks theyownthis company."

I take the phone back, my jaw tightening. "And I think I just figured out who it is."

Margot’s eyes narrow. "Who?"

I press a call button, putting the phone on speaker. The line rings once. Twice. And then a voice answers, calm, measured, and unmistakably smug.

"I was wondering when you’d call, Grayson."

Margot’s breath catches. "No. It can’t be."

I exhale sharply, my grip on the wheel tightening. "Hello, Uncle Richard."

Richard King. My father’s younger brother. A man who has always hovered at the edges ofPerfectly Matched, waiting for his chance to seize control. And now, he thinks this is it.

Margot recovers quickly, her voice cold. "You’re the one behind this."

Richard chuckles, smooth and unbothered. "Of course, dear. Did you really think I’d let you two children run this company into the ground?Perfectly Matcheddeserves leadership with vision, someone who knows how to pull the right strings. And unfortunately for you, I’ve already set things in motion."

I exchange a glance with Margot, adrenaline surging through me. "You really think you’re going to get away with this?"

Richard sighs like he’s speaking to petulant children. "I already have. But if you’re so determined to make this difficult, why don’t you come and see for yourselves? I’ll be waiting." The line goes dead. Margot turns to me, eyes blazing. "Looks like we just got our invitation to the real fight." And we’re going to make sure he has no way out.

I tighten my grip on the wheel. "We need to expose him before he can manipulate the board any further. If we show proof of his corruption before the vote, he loses everything."

Margot nods, her mind already working. "Then we need to hit him from all sides. Olivia pushes the media narrative, you dig into his financial dealings, and I’ll leverage my contacts within the board. If we can turn just one or two of them against him, he won’t have the votes to oust us."

I smirk, adrenaline pumping. "And if he tries to push back?"

Margot’s eyes darken with determination. "Then we burn his empire down before he even sees the flames."

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