ne Monr

ntertainment, scanning the financial morning brief on my tablet when a rumor ab

nders household with the morning trade news, I mapped out everything t

arty, Brown had flown into a rage in his study, threatening to

ird, had glided into the room carrying a tray of ca

ted that I was nothing more than a bottom-rung clerk inside the massive Craft conglomerate-an

egistry, why let the top-tier marriage alliance with the Gordon family go to

, obedient, and already had Hunter

t the elder daughter like cheap merchandise. Yet the moment Geralyn reminded him of the thirty-mi

y pact: a complete bloodline exchange to push

ct old-school Alpha who cared deeply about contract ethics. Brown did

er they would accept Brea as the replacement bride. If the Gordons nodded, Brown would public

my tablet screen, I let

of them knew that the core technology patents and financial sign-off r

y sitting in the top leather chair of Apex Entertainment, controlling

earing a white scent-barrier badge on her lapel-walked in carrying a thick stack

verything alright with

thly on the desk. "Just watching a group of fools dig their own graves. Leave the

pha like Hunter only enjoyed Brea's submissive scent because it fed his ego; the s

a calendar alert: 7:00 PM, T

calm, polite man who kept his distance and respected ever

port trader, but he had stood by his wor

ervation. Since I had invited him, there was no way I would

redit card resting inside my wallet, and closed the drawer with