The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 509

“Very well, one month it is,” Victor finally said after a pause.

It had been years since he last set foot in this country. Spending a month here didn’t sound bad.

He didn’t believe for a second that things would fall apart back home just because he was away.

“One month, then,” Jonathan replied, rising to his feet. He gave Victor a brief nod and walked out.

Back at the house, Sierra met him at the door. She’d heard the entire conversation and looked puzzled.

“Victor knows you’re planning to go after him. Why would he still show up?”

“He’s too arrogant,” Jonathan answered.

Before setting the plan in motion, he had studied Victor thoroughly.

Had this been the Victor of thirty years ago, he would’ve never agreed to such a meeting.

But the Victor of today—after decades of smooth sailing and unquestioned control over his family—no longer expected surprises.

In fact, he likely welcomed the challenge, hoping to use it to sniff out exactly who was plotting behind his back.

He still fancied himself a lion at the top of the food chain, blind to the fact that age had caught up to him. Meanwhile, the cubs he’d once looked down on had already grown their fangs and were circling, hungry for blood.

After explaining this to Sierra, Jonathan headed straight to his study.

There was still much to be done.

Victor’s sons alone weren’t enough to spark chaos. He needed to add fuel to the fire.

Meanwhile, Victor stepped into his car after parting ways with Jonathan.

Maddox was already waiting inside.

He didn’t ask how the meeting went. Instead, he simply said, “Mr. Victor, what would you like to do next?”

“Take me to the cemetery,” Victor replied. “I want to visit an old acquaintance.”

He hadn’t thought of that woman in a long time. But seeing Jonathan today brought her back to mind—the one woman he had gone to great lengths to possess.

Maddox didn’t ask further. He just gave the order to drive. His sole responsibility now was to accompany the man in power.

Victor bought a bouquet of flowers and arrived at the cemetery, stopping in front of the tombstone Chase had erected years ago.

Back then, when the family crisis struck, he’d rushed back to handle matters. By the time he returned, he was met with news of her death—along with their child.

He’d had his doubts. But no matter how deep he dug, the official story was always the same: mother and child, both dead.

It wasn’t like she’d ever willingly been with him to begin with.

Still, she’d been so ruthless. Dying was one thing—but taking the child with her?

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