Chapter 9
My pupils contracted sharply, my fingers gripping the stick tight. I really wanted to craft the perfect victim image for myself.
If the evidence all came from me, maybe I could earn some sympathy for a while, but I was facing the entire Steele Group.
What I wanted wasn't momentary sympathy but their complete downfall.
"How about a deal? You issue a statement right now saying the livestream was scripted. Steele Group will give you $500 million and ownership of the new hospital south of the city. Sound good?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I swung the stick at Andrew Steele again, letting his screams speak for me.
The chairman's voice on the phone turned ice-cold:
"I heard that teenage friend of yours is still looking for that doctor from back then... Too bad, the doctor's daught
