"Are you done with this madness!?"
Merrick, boiling with fury, shook off Nichole's hand. His voice was icy, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Why don't you go tell Grandpa yourself and ask him for money?"
Nichole staggered backward, almost toppling over, as she clung to the edge of the conference table, her voice choked with sobs. "No, I wouldn't dare."
How could she dare?
The Bexley family rules were strict. If this reached Harlan's ears, punishment would be the least of her worries—she might even be expelled from the family.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she trembled, "Merrick, I messed up! Please, if Mom finds out I'm going to jail, it will give her a heart attack!"
Merrick's eyes grew colder, his voice dripping with disappointment. "You remember Mom's heart condition? We share the
