Isla & Richard
The hallway was colder than she remembered. Too sterile. Too quiet. As Isla passed the velvet-draped walls and security checkpoints, her heels clicked like gunshots until she discovered the side corridor leading to one of the summit's private chambers.
He was waiting.
Her father.
Standing with a glass of scotch in hand, Richard Lancaster retained his erect arrogance despite the explosion just occurred. He looked like a man already planning the next move, not like one whose empire had been torn apart.
“You always did know how to make an entrance,” he said, turning slowly.
“Just like your mother.”
“Don’t,” Isla snapped.
“You don’t get to bring her into this.”
Richard sighed. “I protected you.”
“You destroyed Ethan.”
“I saved Ethan,” he said coolly.
“He’s alive d
