s polite but left no room for argument. She requested Diana's presence at a high-end
to hang up, but she knew she had no choice. Ref
the back. The room was quiet, smelling of roasted coffee beans
cashmere sweater that softened the hard lines of his should
from him, keeping her
ll talk. "Diana, I know your m
red at his hands resting on the ta
inued, his voice smooth and persuasive. "Staying in a
ut a thick document. He slid it across the
letters at the top read: D
well family will provide you with a compensation package. The number is far grea
ped his index finger a
s finger. Her breath hit
tched her face intensely, searching for the sp
ut not from greed. A cold, para
r Atkins, would skin her alive. She would be blamed for destroying the alliance that was s
n her father's eyes when he fo
ted her chin and looked Conway dead in the eye.
of genuine surprise crossed his face. He had
urrowing. "Do not tell me you h
h. "Of course not. But I am his leg
would never tell this dangerous man ho
. He could not comprehend why a woman would reject ten million
clusion. She was greedy. Ten million was not
is voice dropping an octave, laced wit
nded in suffo
ind hitting her face. Her mind raced. Why was
. He broke into her apartment. He was willing to pay ten million doll
ted need to utterly destroy Julian's life out of pure malice? Or was he so obsessed with absolute cont
eparate them. He wasn't just a dangerous patriarch; he was a megalomaniac driven by a twisted, suffocating need to orchestrate every breath taken within his family
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