Page 75 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“He told me this, knowing that he would be in such trouble if he were found out. Thankfully, there was no one in the building, and the fires had been put out before any major damage could be done. All the same, if it were to be discovered that he was the one who had committed the crime, there would be terrible consequences.”

“And let me guess,” Sean said. “The tabloids had a picture showing that Gerard was involved in the crime and used it to blackmail you into finding dirt on us.”

Her face was blank for a long moment, as if she were trying to process what we’d just said, and the enormity of her situation. Then, out of nowhere, the waterworks flowed again.

“That is correct,” she said. “I did not know what else to do. All I was thinking about was Gerard, how his life would be over before it began because of some stupid mistake he made. What else was agrandmereto do?”

I sighed.

“Mathilde, you’re in serious trouble, you know that?”

She nodded. “I know, I understand.”

“We need some time to think this over. But if you try to run, we will call the police.”

She nodded. “Of course. And for what it is worth, I am so, so sorry.” Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the room, heavy sobs taking over as she left.

I let out another sigh once she was gone. “Fucking hell. Of course, it couldn’t be as simple as her just selling us out for money.”

“That’s assuming she’s not feeding us a load of bullshit,” Seth said. “Are you taking her at her word?”

“Seemed authentic to me,” Sean replied.

“Same here. You’ve got to be an especially skilled liar to pull off that kind of deceit.” I slid into my chair, taking another sip of whiskey. “Either way, I think we’re all in agreement that Mathilde’s done working here.”

My brothers nodded their approval in response.

“And I want to double check her story. I’ll put my PI on it, see what he can dig up. I’ll have Mathilde give me the name of whoever her contact was at the tabloid. If her story pans out, I’m fine with putting a little pressure on those paparazzi vermin to leave the kid alone. That can be her thanks for the years of service.”

“Works for me,” Seth said.

“Same here.”

“Good. Now, we just need to figure out what to—”

Before I could finish, my phone buzzed to life with a text. I leaned forward to see that it was from Amy, a swipe of the screen revealing a picture of the tabloid.

My stomach sank as I read the text.

Now everyone knows. My life is over!

Chapter 29

Sean

We were going to New York.

“You’re sure about this?” Seth asked as he clicked his seatbelt closed.

I laughed, clicking my own belt shut. “Hell of a time to be asking that when we’re about ten minutes away from wheels up.”

He shot me a wry look in response. “Yeah, I know. Just thinking that we’re going to see the two people who definitely don’t want to see us.”

Sam lifted his eyes from his phone. “Amy seems open to at least talking, assuming the subject is finding a way to make this better. Gen, on the other hand…”

The idea of never seeing Gen again was enough to make me sick to my stomach. But damned if she didn’t have the right to feel that way. She’d found out about the stupid little bet we’d made, and I could totally understand her being pissed about it. What we would even say to make things right, assuming she was willing to give us the chance to speak to her, I could only guess.

The engines spun up, the pilot turning the plane on the runway. I took a moment to appreciate the private jet. The interior was impressive. The soft leather seats were the epitome of comfort, and the polished metal accents throughout the cabin added a touch of sophistication. I was already looking forward to relaxing in the spacious lounge area, complete with a large, flat-screen TV and a fully stocked bar.

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