The violent jerk of Issac Monroe’s hand didn't just force Gavin Archer’s head toward the floor; it literally tore a significant clump of hair from his scalp. For a man whose hairline was already receding at an alarming rate, this was a catastrophic blow to his vanity. The billionaire let out a high-pitched, agonizing shriek that echoed through the marble-clad lobby of the Waterline Square sales center.
"You... you’re a dead man!" Gavin Archer howled, clutching his now bleeding and partially bald scalp. His face was a mask of unbridled, aristocratic rage, the veins in his thick neck bulging like angry serpents. "I declare it here and now—you are finished in this city! I will spend every cent of the Kehoe Group’s treasury to see you and your entire lineage erased from the United Dominion!"
