"What?!"
The words hit Caroline Lynn like a physical blow. Her pupils dilated in shock, while Martha Pierce's hand shook so violently she nearly dropped her porcelain teacup. Her face drained of all color, turning a ghostly, sickly white.
That useless waste? That social leper had led a g**g to destroy the office of Marcus Vance? It seemed impossible. Where would he even find the courage, let alone the men?
Once the initial shock passed, Martha’s survival instincts kicked in. She tried to force a placating smile. "Julian, please, there must be a mistake. Are you sure you have the right person? It sounds like a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding? That failure doesn't even have a job!" Caroline added, her voice shrill with panic. "How could he possibly lead an assault on a company lik
