MICHAEL
I stared down at the photos on my desk, rage simmering in my veins.
They were from Christian's latest adventure, him and that fake baby-mama-to-be, all smiles like they hadn't left a trail of lies behind them.
With a sharp breath, I slammed my fist against the wood, the files stacked beside me rattling from the impact.
"Asshole," I muttered, my lips curling in disgust.
He had the audacity to jet around, pretending life was perfect, while the rest of us were still knee-deep in the lies he created?
After everything—the lies, the deceit, the public embarrassment, this was his next move? A vacation?
How dare he.
"You should focus on Blackwood Foods..."
Grandfather's voice echoed in my head, and my fingers tightened into fists.
Focus? After I gave him hard proof that Christian
