Director Parker's hand remained on his belt, his lewd smile freezing into a foolish, fixed expression.
Florian jerked his head up, his face draining of all color in an instant. "Chairman Sutton?"
My father, Victor Sutton, stood in a tailored suit, his gaze sharp as a blade.
Two rows of bodyguards in black stood behind him, completely surrounding the private room.
"Dad!" I spat out the napkin in my mouth, and tears finally spilled over.
My father's gaze fell on my bound wrists, and his eyes narrowed sharply. "Get them," he ordered, and the bodyguards surged forward at once.
Before Director Parker could even react, he was knocked flat on the floor with one punch.
Florian tried to run, but two bodyguards pinned him against the wall, his face pressed hard into the cold tile.
"Chairman
