MICHEAL'S POV
My phone buzzed on the passenger seat. I picked it up mindlessly to see a text from my assistant, Chloe.
Chloe: Sir, I worked on what you asked, and I just wanted to let you know the result. Miss Kate has been in touch with someone named Ryan. Several calls and texts were traced to her number last week. I thought you'd want to know immediately.”
I read the message. Read it again. And once more.
“Son of a b***h,” I snarled.
I spun the wheel with a hard pull and drove straight to the office. The rage did not just seep in—it blasted right through me. I couldn't even think straight. Everything else receded. Her face. Her lying. That fake crying s**t she pulled last time. That won't work this time.
Ryan?
She was conspiring with Ryan?
When I arrived at the building, I wasn
