The Connor family's humiliation couldn't have been more complete. Every influential figure in Herbshire had witnessed their disgrace at the banquet—who knew how vicious the gossip would become?
Marks Connor's anger simmered dangerously. Each glance at his son Demontae made his fingers twitch with the urge to smack some sense into the fool.
How could someone as shrewd as Marks—a man who'd built an empire from nothing—have spawned such an i***t?
That single outburst had torpedoed their partnership with the Veyras, cost them a million dollars, and left Demontae's face swollen like an overripe melon.
The staggering losses made Marks' blood boil. Humiliation burned through him as he scribbled the check and shoved it at Lirael Veyra before storming out with his disgraced son in tow.
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