The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 484

Johnathan was also trying to figure it out — what was White relying on?

Suddenly, a thought struck him. He sat up straight.

“Drugs. I think he was planning to use something on you — maybe to control you, or get you addicted.”

Sierra’s eyes widened. Of course. How could she have forgotten that?

If White really was the leader of that organization, then it was no surprise he had access to a wide range of drugs.

They’d already seen so many strange substances. Who knew how many more were out there?

“Sierra, you have to be careful from now on,” Johnathan said, his tone grim.

“From now on, no matter who gives you food or drink — be careful. I’ll tell the butler first thing in the morning.”

He wasn’t too worried about the estate — most of the servants had worked there for years and were loyal. Still, it didn’t hurt to reinforce the rules.

“I know. You be careful too,” Sierra said, resting against his chest. “You’re the bigger target.”

Which made him easier to hit.

The next morning, Johnathan summoned the butler to his study and gave specific instructions to monitor every item of food, drink, clothing, and supplies that entered the estate.

“We can’t let anyone exploit a loophole.”

He added, “And give the staff a stern reminder.”

“Understood, Mr. Simon.”

The butler had served Mr. Wayne before and was no stranger to these protocols.

Thanks to Johnathan’s tight control, more than half a month passed, and White hadn’t found a single opening. It drove him up the wall.

His handsome face was twisted with fury, grotesque and frightening.

If Sierra, Autumn, or any of the others saw him now, they’d be horrified by how terrifying he looked.

Knowing his temper, and fearing he might do something reckless, his friend quickly tried to calm him down.

“We’ve waited this long. What’s a few more days? Even the tightest defenses have flaws. We just need to be patient and wait for a gap.”

“And when will that be?” White snapped.

If he didn’t know the chip was ready, maybe he’d still have some patience. But now that it was complete — now that he knew what it could do — how could he keep waiting?

“What if we send Shane?”

The friend suggested carefully.

“Shane?”

White thought it over, then shook his head.

“He’s not the right person. Sierra doesn’t trust him. If he makes a move and fails, it’ll only tip them off.”

“Then who?”

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