The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

slammed its brakes, stopping violently right in

heavy door open. He kept his eyes glued to the pavement, ab

legs and perfectly tailored, dark charcoal s

hrough the floorboards, but as he moved through the crowded dance floor,

he door to the exclusive VIP room. He dropped

aiting. Moss immediately stepped forward an

d the street across from the club, recorded exac

ed in. He could see the faint silhoue

Jerri's hand reach down and dig her fingers into the edge of the car window. He

ther. The fingers of his right hand, holding an unl

let face-down onto the thick crystal coffee ta

step backward. He lowered his head,

ie, loosening it. His chest heaved. The air in the ro

t whiskey into a glass, and threw it back. He didn't use ice. The raw alcohol bur

he VIP room, staring at the main floor. He looked at the

was comple

ssued a strict, unbreakable rule: no champagne tower

ng the silence. "The elder Mr. Oneal's

Emerson's eyes vanished. It was instantly swall

his empty whiskey glass down onto the table so hard

oice dripping with ice. "Double the levera

he leverage, the Oneal Group's short-term cash flow w

sounding like a tyrant demanding blood. "I don't care what it c

g open. Aliyah Oconnell walked in, her hips

walked straight to the sofa and sat down right next

of pure disgust hit the back of his thro

e tiny, blinking red light hidden in the air v

d his muscles to relax. He reached his arm around

ng a finger down his chest. "Is it because of that ban

at the empty dance floor. Hi

merson said coldly. "And she

s thigh, Emerson's left hand curled into a tight fist. He