in his own home, convinced he held all the cards. Olivia watched, her expression unreadable. She was pr

it! The ul

eg. There's no way he giv

rawl! We've been w

They wanted to see me humiliated, broken,

face, then at Olivia's quiet apprehension. I felt a profoun

," I

id of emotion, that it seemed

confused. "Okay? Wha

ur terms. I won't apologize. You can have the company.

h anger to pale with disbelief. Olivia took a small

..

.wha

that right? He..

? Just to not apologize? This make

isbelief. The narrative had just derailed s

finally sputtered, his voic

yer contact yours to arrange the transfer of my shares.

t my father. He was just a roadblock to my freedom, an

e door when Olivia

m, w

ut didn't

ce..." she started, her voice hesitant.

y back still to her. "It has n

a strange note of defiance in her voice. "Your fath

and her accomplice, Mark Davies, would further cement their victory and Olivia's hum

bad idea, Olivia. A very bad idea. If you k

this entire mess, a part of me, the logical part, didn't want to s

my warning not as advice, but a

said, lifting her chin. "You don't ge

a shrug. "Don't sa

crisp and clean. I was free. I had no money, no family, no company. All I ha

ore than

it. He's walking awa

pidest or the most badas

her about the gala!

ait for the gala. This

he old story. They were hooked on the