gh the second-floor corri

re through the mansion, sharp enoug

r micro-evasion, his heavy hand swept cleanly through empty air and connected with catastrophic

y spinning through the air before crashing

. Julissa lay crumpled amidst the wreckage, clutching her bleeding

ng, crimson palm, his face draining of a

ing to her knees beside her daughter. "My baby! Her face! Her fa

d wildly, his eyes darting toward Justine in bewil

eek black tactical backpack containing her encrypted laptop, her mot

ne shoulder, looking at V

er," Justine said smoothly. "Or do you expect your daug

ward the shattered doorway. Julissa was sobbing hysterica

ned! I will have the corporate lawyers draft the papers tonight! You will not r

head slightly. Her hazel eyes flared with an icy,

ng through Julissa's sobs like a scalpel, "I suggest you open the central family saf

. "What... what nonsens

, predatory smile touching her lips. "He knew that one

iolently expelled from the ancestral home without a unanimous vote of the board of directors... fift

ping over the security camera blin

assault. Forty servants heard you attempt to strike me, a

row morning, I will walk into your headquarters as your

forgotten. That ancient, archaic clause drafted by his father forty years ago-a

stepped over the shattered Ming porcelain

s flat against the walls, looking at

ors and stepped out into the crisp

her pocket. Jared had ju

ere are you? Just gi

pped a sin

residential Suite. Toni

lusive Core Club in Midtown, Tristan came sprinting across t

Jared just forwarded the confirmation! Justine took the bait! She booked the Presidential Suite at the St.

er affair hit the news. The morality clause triggers. You break the betrothal contract, keep

reenshot on Tristan's screen, his grey eye

nsation crept up t

ured, his voice dropping int

rin fading. "What do y

aned under the pressure. "She didn't run to Jared. She didn't fall into our trap. A wo

his tailored suit jacket with

slaughterhouse. And Jared just walked directly onto the