When Trunks was completely asleep, Angelique quietly slipped out of their suite and made her way down the hall to Ryan’s room.
“It was about time,” Ryan said from the couch, a lazy smirk on his face. “I was getting impatient.”
“You don’t make things easy for me, I’ll have you know,” she muttered, sitting across from him. He handed her a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.
“So… what’s up?” he asked, leaning forward.
“I had to give him a sleeping substance so he wouldn’t wake up too soon,” she said, handing him a USB stick. “I got this from his computer. It’s about H Holdings and Sash Conglomerate.”
Ryan smiled, swirling his drink. “I knew your goal wasn’t just the head of Stanton.”
“I want to transfer all his shares to my name,” she said coldly.
“And you think it’ll be that easy?” Ryan
