?Chapter 239:


    “Hayley, you don’t understand. The timing is perfect,” I said, lowering my voice. “Kristina’s time is up.” Kristina had made too many enemies over the years, hiding…


    behind the Harrison name. Those who had held back out of fear of the king’s wrath now had the perfect chance to strike.


    Leonardo was livid over the red-light district scandal, and those who had been biding their time would seize this moment.


    And it was not just that—Kristina’s crimes and the Harrison family’s sins were a mile long. Even if Leonardo wanted to protect her, he wouldn’t be able to.


    This time, Kristina’s fate was sealed.


    I exined it all to Hayley,ying out how everything was aligned in our favor. The Harrison family’s crimes needed to be exposed, and Makenna was the ideal person to do it right now.


    Our interests aligned perfectly when it came to bringing down Kristina. Makenna would undoubtedly help me see this through.


    As Iid it all out, Hayley’s tense posture began to ease, and a hopeful smile spread across her face. “Finally, we can break free from this nightmare.”


    Looking at her, I couldn’t help but squeeze her hand tighter, and we shared a smile—a rare moment of relief and anticipation for what was toe.


    Kristina’s POV:


    The night had grown thick and suffocating, yet I remained trapped in my study, unable to find any semnce of peace. Restlessness gnawed at me, a relentless reminder of the pressure I was under.


    For days, I had been hounded by the relentlessints of Flynn’s parents and the malicious rumors swirling around.


    Despite the raging tempest of rumors, I clung to the belief that without concrete evidence, Leonardo’s fury would be but a passing storm. At worst, he might p me with a token penalty, given my father’s esteemed position. Surely, he wouldn’t dare do anything drastic.


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    Yet, something about these rumors felt off, unsettling.


    Trafficking women was nothing new to me—I’d been down that road before. Not once had it caused such a stir. If troublemakers reared their heads, I swiftly crushed them, snuffing out any hint of rebellion before it could reach Leonardo’s ears.


    But this time, the whispers spread like wildfire, as though someone was fanning the mes from the shadows.


    But who among the werewolves would dare challenge the Harrison family?


    As I pondered this, a knock rattled the door, jarring me from my thoughts.


    “Come in,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin.


    One of my subordinates hurried in, his face lined with urgency. “Miss Harrison, forgive the intrusion at thiste hour. But we’ve uncovered the mastermind behind these recent events.”


    “Who is it?”


    I shot up from my chair, my expression darkening as venomced my words.


    Whoever had the audacity to cross me would soon regret their foolishness—I would see to it that they were buried so deep no one would find them.


    My subordinate hesitated, swallowing hard before speaking. “It seems Makenna visited Flynn’s parents. Soon after that, they caused a scene in front of the king. There’s likely a connection.”


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