RYLEE POV
I arrived at the penthouse like a hurricane. Rarely do I get so nervous, but what they did to me was not right. That project of mine was not supposed to have been developed, much less without my authorization. I walked right past the receptionist, barely hearing what she had to say. It’s not usual, but in my defense, I was blinded by anger and couldn’t even hear what she had told me.
When I entered the room, I came across a person I didn’t expect to see again. My ex-father-in-law, Mr. Noveu, was walking towards the door and stopped as soon as he saw me. He and Viggo seemed to be in a heated argument. Viggo was visibly annoyed, while Mr. Noveu remained as calm as a monk, pricking my fiancé by talking about his dear son, my ex, on whom I was here precisely to take revenge.
Viggo
