Hawthorne Capital was crashing.
Cassian Vale didn’t blink, but the pulse in his neck betrayed him. The large screen behind him bled red numbers. Joel Group’s fall had been violent. This was worse.
Vordon’s phone was still in his hand. He wasn’t looking at the screen anymore. He was looking at Veronica.
“What did you do?” he asked quietly.
The question wasn’t an accusation this time. It was disbelief. “I didn’t touch Hawthorne,” she said.
Her heart was beating too fast. This was not part of her plan. She had wanted leverage, not chaos. Cassian finally looked up from his phone. His calm smile was gone. “Interesting timing.”
“That’s your word for losing billions?” Tyrus’ voice came from the doorway. He had entered without permission again. No one stopped him.
Cassian’s gaze shifted. “Y
