Chapter 171

• In the lavish sanctuary of her bedroom at the Carter mansion, Anastasia lounged on the edge of her king-sized bed, morning sunlight slanting through sheer curtains onto her vanity mirror. Her green eyes gleamed with cold calculation as she tapped her phone, dialing Jeremy—her shadowy enforcer, the one who'd botched Charlotte's "accidents" before. The line clicked open.
• "Jeremy," she purred, her voice smooth as venom, crossing her legs in a silk robe. "Wendell's time is over. It's time to take the Carter legacy—while he's alive, I won't see a single penny from it. But after his death? I'll be the second heir; everything's mine."
• Jeremy's gravelly voice crackled back. "Got it."