When Jasper stepped out of the detention center, he didn’t find the luxury car and the crowd of eager subordinates he’d expected. Instead, he was met by another squad of armed officers, cuffs at the ready.
“Mr. Mcmillan, you’re under arrest. Please come with us.”
Dominic was furious. The composed, charming mask he usually wore shattered as he turned and glared at the lawyer who stood nervously at a distance. Realization dawned on him, and he lunged as if ready to fight.
“You’re playing with me? Who gave you the nerve to trick me? Do you even know who I am?”
The officers ignored his outburst. Seeing him grow aggressive, they shoved him to the ground and cuffed his hands behind his back.
Dominic had never been this humiliated. His hands and face scraped against the rough pavement, sting
