Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 599

Sydney's heart dropped to her stomach. If the people who had come for her were sent by Penelope, she might still have had a chance to escape. But these people were after Julian. She was the weak point they could exploit to control him. Worse, she had no idea who stood behind them.

For now, they were still in Jouleston. As long as she could reach Julian, she had options. Once they left Jouleston, she would lose every advantage. She drew a quiet breath and forced herself to steady her thoughts. "Since you're targeting him, you'll need me to contact him sooner or later. If you let me go, I can help you lure him out."

The bespectacled man froze for a beat, then broke into a mocking laugh. "Are you trying to help us trick him, or are you trying to trick me? You and Julian have what, ten years together? Maybe twenty?"

His gaze drifted to Sydney's already noticeable belly. "And you're pregnant with his child. You really think you can turn on him that easily?"

"Normally, no." Sydney unclenched her hand, rested it over her belly, and smiled faintly.

"But there's one thing you got wrong.The child I'm carrying isn't his." The bespectacled man stared at her as if she had said something completely unhinged.

Julian? This kid isn't

me it's Mr.

thought about it, the more his expression shifted into something close to admiration. Either way, she had tied herself to a man of power. Julian on one side. Caleb on the other, only a step below him. No matter how he looked

bespectacled man studied her face. When he saw no sign of allie, he pulled out his

tell him-" Before he could finish, a sharp ringtone cut through the car. It came from the phone in his

the highway. I was just about to make this woman call Julian. She's willing

felt suffocatingly small, and he had not

Sydney. "You're still in Jouleston. Do you really think that the moment you place that call, Julian's people won't surround you?" The bespectacled man shot Sydney a vicious look and muttered through

shattered Sydney's fragile hope. Still, something about the voice on the phone felt familiar. Mr. Sinclair...' She was certain she had heard that voice before. Yet no matter how hard she searched her memory,

at the back of her head and snarled, "You think

to earn credit." Her face remained gentle and unthreatening. Her eyes stayed clear, almost innocent. When she chose to perform, people believed her

a split second, the bespectacled man almost did again. He ground his teeth and drew breath to speak when the car