"How did I know?"
Goldman Galt let out a harsh, broken laugh. His face, usually masked by a veneer of polite subservience, twisted into a grotesque expression of hatred and obsession.
"You didn't guess wrong, Claire. It was me! I did it!"
He stepped closer to Claire Lynch, his eyes burning with a terrifying intensity.
"I loved you," Goldman hissed. "Since we were children, I chased after you. I was your shadow. I did everything for you."
"But you? You rejected my confession without a second thought. You were the high and mighty Princess of the Lynch Group. Your standards were in the clouds. You never even looked at me as a man."
Goldman’s voice rose, cracking with years of suppressed resentment.
"I couldn't understand it! I am the heir of the Galt Family! I am loyal! Where was I not
