The wind tore across the rooftop, tugging at my coat as I stepped closer. Gerald Grayson’s grip on Harold Grayson’s wheelchair was iron-tight, and his eyes… his eyes were pure madness.
“Gerald, stop this madness!” I shouted, voice cutting through the roar of the wind.
Howard Caelum’s hands trembled at his sides. He could see it—Harold teetering on the very edge, every second ticking closer to disaster.
Gerald’s voice cracked like a whip. “Give me a billion dollars, or I’ll kill this old man!”
Howard swallowed hard. A billion… that wasn’t something he could conjure on a whim. C&A Group was massive, yes, but liquidating even half of it wouldn’t be enough—certainly not fast enough.
“Lies! Howard, you’re full of lies!” Gerald bellowed, eyes blazing with venom. “Just yesterday, your son-in
