Chapter 352



Just then, Kallie’s assistant leaned in to whisper, interrupting her serene observation, “Miss, things have been carried out as you requested.” Kallie nodded in acknowledgment.

Before Kallie planned to return to Avalon, she had instructed her team to infiltrate the Reeves Group to gather information about its operation while discreetly looking into the Reeves family’s current dynamics. Her team’s effectiveness hadn’t disappointed her.

She reviewed the document her team had compiled. While the Reeves Group appeared stable in business, the frequency and nature of the mistakes suggested a troubling trend. In other words, the group was declining, possibly heading toward bankruptcy. Without Jake, the Reeves Group seemed formidable only in appearance, like a lion stripped of its claws and teeth, more a sacrificial lamb than a predator.

A wave of unexpected sympathy surged through Kallie, reserved solely for Roderick. If he were still alive, the sight of his family’s legacy crumbling would have undoubtedly devastated him.

Her assistant inquired, “Should we take action against the Reeves Group based on the information we’ve gathered?”

Kallie shook her head, her smile unwavering. “Bringing down the Reeves Group is a piece of cake, but that’s not my aim. I solely want to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. Besides, why should I bother with ruining the Reeves Group?”

As Kallie massaged her temples, a sudden thought struck her. “Who’s currently leading the Reeves Group?”

“Stan. He was once considered an outsider due to his illegitimate parentage, but he’s been acknowledged by the Reeves family.”

A spark of interest lit Kallie’s eyes. “Reach out to him. I’d like to have dinner with him tonight.”

The assistant frowned, uncertain, “That might be challenging. Since he took office, he’s avoided public appearances, and private meetings are even rarer.”

Unperturbed, Kallie offered a reassuring smile, radiating confidence. “It doesn’t matter. Mention my name. That should make him change his mind.”

Kallie’s assistant complied, and just as Kallie had expected, Stan agreed quickly, even inquiring about Kallie’s preferences for food.

Without hesitation, Kallie instructed her assistant, “Book the most prestigious restaurant in town.”

As evening descended, Kallie made her appearance punctually, though with a slight hint of difficulty in her stride. “I apologize for my tardiness, Mr. Reeves. I encountered some issues en route, and it’s somewhat difficult for me to walk,” she explained upon entering the reserved private room. Despite her apology, her demeanor exuded confidence.

Stan, whom she hadn’t seen for years, hadn’t changed much. He still wore a mask, covering half of his face, which was handsome and fair as she remembered. His eyes, warm and misleading, could easily make one forget the darker deeds he had done.

Kallie vividly recalled a time when she nearly lost her life at his hands. Yet, as if the past had evaporated, Stan stood and extended his hand warmly. “I’ve heard much about you. I’m flattered you chose to meet an old friend like me not long after your return.”

Kallie smiled faintly. “You’re being modest, Mr. Reeves. In Burmoos, everyone knows your name. I haven’t forgotten those days you had taken me away.”

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