g. She shoved the heavy oak

phone pressed to his ear. He scowled at the int

at her, a silent comma

he door shut behind her and twiste

all and yanked the telephone

ne wen

e desk and shot to his feet. His

is wrong with y

her guest chair and sat d

the stock to tank at openin

rity radiating from his daughte

e. "Stop this nonsense right now and get do

on the edge of his desk. She flipped it open and cl

and cancel the merger," she said. She d

he cash flow for Vargas Holdings dries u

's lips. "So you admit you're just s

mily trust!" Keyshawn snapped,

iding three hundred and forty-two milli

ilated. The blood d

emanded, his voice droppi

-down into the mahogany desk. The bl

want ten percent of the voting sh

te laughter. "You can't even read

from her clutch. She

ice, slurring slightly, calling the Hubbard family a

the desk, his hands c

ortlessly, letting hi

d, her thumb hovering over the screen. "Sign the sh

trembling finger at her. "You ungrate

idden truth of her real bloodline throbbed like an

and slid it across the desk toward him. She pl

voice filtered through, politely requestin

ung in the air, thi

knew what Brion Hubbard would do

ed it with his teeth, and s

er, signing his name with enough f

ked the inked signature, confirmed the

datory smile t

moothed the front

ng business wit

on him and walked to