Chapter 142: Pulse Exploded Within the Hour

Pulse exploded within the hour.

#SiennaIsInnocent, #TessaGets3Years, #VanessaPays110Billion, and #VanessaIsRottenInside dominated the trending list.

Tessa Morgan pleaded guilty immediately. The evidence was overwhelming. Sienna Bennett had executed a flawless victory. The internet turned into a frenzy of condemnation. Vanessa Bennett became the primary target. Some netizens defended her innocence. Others dissected the situation with brutal logic. How could a mere agent possess such audacity? Vanessa and Tessa were inseparable. Ignorance was implausible. Why did Vanessa fall silent under Sienna's questioning? Why pay a staggering 110 billion so readily? That sum was astronomical. No friendship justified that level of financial sacrifice. It reeked of guilt.

Vanessa was clearly the mastermind. Tessa was a sacrificed pawn. Vanessa's past, hypocritical defenses of Sienna resurfaced online. Her disingenuous nature was exposed. Sienna had won decisively. Yet, she found herself speeding aimlessly on her touring motorcycle. Her mind was consumed by Helena Bennett's words. Sienna was accustomed to familial neglect. But watching her adoptive mother unconditionally defend Vanessa was a fresh wound. No one had ever shielded Sienna like that. Hard work never earned her such fierce, blind loyalty. She pulled over near the coast. The sea breeze whipped against her skin.

The sun was brutal. The wind felt cold and harsh. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared, blocking the glaring light. She turned. Lucas Harrington stood beside her. He towered over her, his shoulders broad and imposing. From her low angle, his features were devastatingly sharp. His presence was magnetic. His beauty remained a potent force, capable of stealing breath. She looked back at the ocean. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Why are you here?"

The vulnerable woman from moments ago was gone. Lucas's expression was serious. "Ms. Bennett, you promised to visit the Harrington Estate to see Noah. Are you reneging?" She remembered. She hadn't expected him to retrieve her personally. She was free today.

"Don't worry. I keep my promises. Let's go."

She compartmentalized her pain. The helmet went on. She mounted the bike. Lucas wanted to stop her. He knew better. He opted to follow in his car instead. A woman on a powerful motorcycle drew attention. Especially one in light-colored gear. A pack of street racers noticed her. They whistled, swerving to ride alongside her. Lucas reacted instantly. His luxury car shot forward, cutting off the racers. The lead racer screamed in fury. "Who the hell is this asshole? Ram him!"

He accelerated. A subordinate grabbed his arm in panic. "Stop! Look at the license plate!" The racer paled. The plate was unmistakable. Mr. Harrington. The man who owned Shelburne. The racer swerved violently, fleeing the scene. His gang scattered behind him.