Everyone in the Wainwright Family froze. What reason could Marcus Hale possibly have to apologize to Adrian Steele? They’d never even met. One was the heir to the Hale empire; the other, a despised son-in-law.
Even if Marcus had wronged him, a man like that wouldn’t show up here to beg forgiveness.
Bewildered glances passed around the room.
“Mr. Hale,” the elderly matriarch finally said, frowning, “I’m afraid we don’t understand what you mean.”
Marcus gave a slow, wolfish smile.
“Then allow me to make it clear.”
He leaned back in his chair, voice dripping with amusement.
“Your son-in-law, Adrian Steele, stormed into my company yesterday—beat up several of my employees, smashed a few things, and then told an incredible story. He claimed he went to prison for me, said I’d promised to
