Chapter 22: Unforeseen Leverage
Merrick's smile widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "A fight, Ms. Sterling? Against me? You wound me with your lack of faith." He chuckles, a dry, rasping sound that echoes through the cavernous warehouse. "But by all means, elaborate. I'm always eager for a good story." Isabella's gaze remains locked on his, unwavering despite the tremor that runs through her. "You want Sterling Corporation for power, for control. But what good is that power if you're constantly looking over your shoulder? If you have the entire weight of the Sterling name, its allies, its resources, hunting you down?" Merrick's smile falters, a flicker of something akin to unease crossing his features. He hadn't anticipated this line of reasoning. He likely saw Isabella as a cornered animal, desperate and irrational
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