NELSON ESTATE
Thomas Nelson leaned back on the plush leather couch in his living room, a grin playing on his lips as he swirled the drink in his glass.
"I'm going to use a different technique to get to Miguel somehow. If... No! When my grand idea works, Miguel will feel like a rug was pulled from under his feet," Thomas said.
Across from him, his older brother Nathan sat stiffly on another couch, his arms folded, his skepticism evident.
“You always have these grand ideas, Thomas,” Nathan began, his tone heavy with doubt. “But Marcus was right. Every single time we’ve gone up against Miguel McGrath, we’ve come out worse for it. What makes you think this time will be any different?” he asked.
Thomas smirked and leaned forward, placing his glass on the coffee table beside him. “Because t
