Frank glared at the man in front of him, fury burning through his chest.
Andrew's intentions were obvious—everyone knew what he was after.
And now he had the audacity to twist the truth and deny everything, leaving Frank with no way to pin him down.
"Mr. Turner, this way, please."
Paul extended an arm, gesturing for him to leave.
Frank shot Andrew one last murderous look and spun around, storming out.
He'd better have nothing to do with this—otherwise Frank would make sure Morgan Group paid for it.
Downstairs, Harper spotted Frank and frowned in confusion.
Why would he be here?
A week passed—not long, yet long enough.
Lucas spent his days drowning himself in alcohol, not even showing up at the company.
People whispered in sympathy.
And others… tried to take advantage of the chaos—all of whom were kicked out immediately.
Tonight, Lucas was slumped in a bar booth, drunk beyond recognition.
