Once ra got home, she dove into finding out who had been in touch with Greysen, and to her surprise, she hit the jackpot.


    Back when Johnny was still around, Greysen had always been itching to take over thepany, but he didn''t have enough shares. All he could do was y the seniority card. Everything changed when he teamed up with Victory Capital, and suddenly, he had some real power to throw around.


    Victory Capital didn''t have any ties with the Bradford Group initially. They jumped on the Greysen bandwagon because, five years ago, ra had unknowingly ticked off the heir of Victory Capital. No one knew what she did to get on his bad side, but he definitely held a grudge.


    Reading through this, ra felt a headacheing on. She didn''t even know who this heir was. Following this thread, she finally stumbled upon a name— Darrick.


    She tried to jog her memory but came up nk, so she called Scarlette, her go-to for everything.


    "Darrick? You mean the Victory Capital heir? I think he lost an eye, and since then, he''s stayed out of the public eye."


    Lost an eye? That couldn''t be her doing, could it?


    "Do you think I had anything to do with his eye injury?"


    "I''ve never heard that. The juiciest gossip about you in the Capital is your thing for Simon. Besides that, you''ve flown under the radar; no one links you to anything unless it''s Simon-rted." Scarlette paused to pour herself a ss of wine.


    "But this Darrick guy, he''s a bit off his rocker and has a nasty streak. He''s messed up a lot of young women before. Remember the rumor? He was obsessed with Quinn, openly dered it a few times, and then, out of nowhere, his eye got injured. He was already a brooding type, and now he''s probably even darker."


    ra couldn''t be bothered with these old tales. If Darrick was messing with the Bradford family, she had every right to push back.


    Meanwhile, after being spooked by Megan, Quinn had been drifting around the streets for days. Though she was in a psychiatric hospital, the staff had stopped paying her much mind once they realized she wasn''t in anyone''s good books anymore. Even if she disappeared for a week, no one would probably bat an eye because the Bradford family had prepaid a decade''s worth of fees.


    She was walking when a car suddenly pulled up beside her.


    A dark voice called out, "Quinn?"


    Quinn''s nerves were shot, making her feel like the whole world was out to get her. Hearing that voice, she instinctively wanted to run, but a hand reached out and yanked her into the car.


    "Let me go! Let me go!"


    She looked up and met the gaze of an artificial eye, lifeless yet strangely captivating. Suddenly, she had no clue who this man was and shrank into the corner, trembling with fear.


    Darrick raised an eyebrow, a cold chuckle escaping his lips. “Don''t recognize me?"


    Quinn was as pale as a ghost. "I really don''t know you. Who are you?"


    Darrick whipped out a dagger, pulling her closer and pressing the de to her neck.


    "Don''t recognize me? Or are you just pretending?"


    Quinn''s mind shed back to Dn, to that nightmare, and the fear nearly made her pass out.