THIRD POV
Emily paced in the living room of the Silvermoon pack house while Jack sat on the sofa.
"How dare she?" She thought furiously.
The fact that she and her parents had been formally removed from Greenwood Biotech was so ridiculous yet enraging to her that she struggled to contain her rage.
And the expensive objects in the living room became her victim.
A porcelain vase shattered against the wall, the sound sharp and violent, but it still did not ease the bitterness burning in her chest.
Greenwood was supposed to be hers.
No, it should already have been hers.
She continued pacing back and forth, her manicured fingers trembling as she clenched them into fists.
“That worthless orphan,” she spat, her voice shaking with hatred. “She really thinks she can do this to us, to me.
