Chapter 269

Ethan Sullivan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, cigarette ash crumbling from his fingertips.

The image of Sophia Lowell's deceitful face flashed in his mind, his eyes turning glacial.

"Prepare the car."

His voice was icy as he spoke through the intercom.

Thirty minutes later, in the CEO's office of Sullivan Group.

"I want the Lowell Corporation wiped out within three days." Ethan slammed a file onto the desk. "And notify all our partners—anyone who aids the Lowells will be considered an enemy of Sullivan Group."

His assistant broke into a cold sweat. "Understood, Mr. Sullivan."

The hospital room reeked of antiseptic.

Vincent Lowell's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving.

"Father!" Brandon Lowell rushed to the bedside, fury still etched on his face.

A faint sob came from the corner.

Sophia huddled against the wall, her expensive dress in tatters, bruises mottling her exposed skin.

"Where is that bitch?" Vincent rasped.

Brandon yanked Sophia by her hair, dragging her to the bed.

Sophia gasped in pain.

"Look what you've done!" Vincent hurled a glass at her. "You've disgraced the Lowell name!"

Shards sliced her cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

Margaret Hill watched coldly. "We should've left you to rot in that orphanage."

Sophia trembled violently.

A month ago, she'd been the envy of high society—the beloved Lowell heiress.

"I... I didn't mean to..." she choked out.

"Shut up!" Brandon kicked her in the stomach. "If you hadn't impersonated the real Lowell daughter, we wouldn't be ruined!"

Sophia curled into a ball, agony searing through her.

She remembered Evelyn Laurent's mocking gaze.

The true seventh daughter of the Lowells must be laughing at her downfall.

"Now all of Boston knows we raised an imposter." Vincent coughed violently. "Our stocks crashed. Creditors are pounding on our doors!"

The hospital door burst open.

Black-suited bodyguards filed in.

"By Mr. Sullivan's orders, the Lowells are to leave Boston immediately." The lead guard's voice was flat. "Or else..."

His gaze lingered on the trembling Sophia.

Vincent's face turned ashen.

He knew—the Lowells were finished.