Justin stepped forward, hands loosely behind his back, a grin stretching across his rugged face—a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. It was mocking. Cold. Sharp enough to cut glass.
“There’s a quote in India,” he said smoothly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Change is the part of nature.” He paused, letting his words hang like a cloud of poison in the air. “Just because you’re a globally renowned billionaire, Alec, you think you’re flying high—but your time will come. And when it does…” He stepped a little closer, smile widening. “I’ll crush you under my feet.”
A silence gripped the lab like a vise.
Then Justin said it—“Don’t forget… you’re messing with your father.”
The moment the word father left his mouth, Demien held his breath. That wasn’t just a taunt—it was a knife buried deep in
