Miguel strode into the conference room, his gaze sweeping across the three men waiting for him—Drake, Leandro, and Lee. His lips curled into a smirk as he met Drake’s eyes.
"So the rumors were true," he drawled, crossing his arms. "You really went and married into the family that murdered your father."
Drake didn’t flinch, his expression unreadable.
Miguel let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I saw the former employees—the ones who got kicked out—back in their positions. Let me guess, that’s part of the deal too?" His smirk sharpened. "In exchange for marrying his granddaughter—"
Leandro cut him off, his tone cool and precise. "That was the agreement. Including your reinstatement, though if it were up to me, you wouldn’t have stepped foot in this company again."
Drake’s gaze flic
