"Careful, Kingsley. I've still got enough leverage to bury you and Jean, with a single phone call."
Logan's jaw tightened, but his voice dropped to a cold, dangerous murmur. "Then you'd better make it fast. Because the moment I find proof of what you've done to Jean and to me, I won't stop until you're ruined. Not just in the press… but everywhere. Every deal. Every contact. Every friend you think you have."
Tyler swirled the amber liquid in his glass, pretending to be unimpressed. But his grip had tightened just enough to betray him. "You think you scare me?"
Logan leaned in, close enough for Tyler to see the promise in his eyes. "I'm not here to scare you, Dominic. I'm here to let you know you've crossed the last line you'll ever cross."
For a beat, neither man moved.
Then Logan straightened, turned, and about to walk out without another word… leaving Tyler staring after him, his fake confidence cracking just enough to let the unease seep in.
But then…
