Villain Ch 1958. Long Live The Villain
Allen tapped his fork on the edge of the plate, brows raising slightly. "Do something? Like what?"
Jordan didn't answer right away. He just smirked.
That slow, Goldborne smirk that made board members panic and press secretaries sweat. The kind that could end someone's career before dessert was served.
"What do you think, son?" he asked casually.
Allen narrowed his eyes. "Jail time?"
Jordan chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Tempting. I mean, if you pushed that narrative, claiming that sex tape was AI-generated by her to ruin Liam and Darren's reputations, you'd have a solid defamation case. Enough to drag her to court. Maybe even make an example of her."
Emma sipped her tea again, clearly enjoying the show.
Allen leaned back. "So why not do it?"
Jordan folded his hands together. "Because it's too light. And too clean."
Allen frowned slightly. "So your point is?"
Jordan's eyes glinted, sharp and cruel. "Paint her as crazy."
